Underestimation

I have joined the ranks of the ordinary,

part of the quaking, huddled masses,

trembling in the corner,

waiting for the next handout,

wondering if the axe is about to fall,

slowly melting into the mounting oblivion,

silently wondering:

‘when does it begin?’

it’s not easy being underestimated,

it takes work,

it requires discipline,

a constant, conscious act of self-deprivation

and denial,

but it’s worth the effort,

just to watch the amazement

on their smug, simple faces,

when you blow by them like they are

standing still.

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