A small tribute to the merit of having no merit at all…

to nobody in particular

oh how good it is to be
just another fish in the sea
not big not beautiful not even rare
a sight unworthy of a second stare

not blessed with abstract intelligence
or poetic talent that doesn’t make sense
or a lover’s heart doomed to pine
like sniffling snow in yellow sunshine

not wanting like a millionaire
aged, broken, beyond repair
or so famous that nobody knows
what all you’d give, to just be ignored

not pained by easy sparkling wit
that bubbles and burns like acid spit
that when spoken, stamps a scar within
specially on those you call your kin

little do they know, the superior small fry
the great merit of being an unexceptional guy
for it’s the weed that escapes the plucking hand
and what use a flower on a garland?