I'm a cliche
'Cause folks like me happen
But you don't get what it's like
To be me
I'm overdrawn
Exagerated
Uncharacteristically
Caricatured
I'm a flawed fake
Foolishly flaunting
A flimsy fixation
Fallaciously facetious
I'm kitschy knick-knacks
Worn dull by dispassionate misuse
Like the mug you use
When your favorite's cracked
I'm so full of shit
I brought back the black plague
In those who walk the streets
Of my recourse
I love so many people
Who no longer act like I exist
So does that make me
A deity
Or just
Idle?
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