Copycat 

My friend asked, “what
do you find most pathetic?”
“The incessant obsession
with shying from cliché,”
I thought.

In this epoch of
indie and bespoke, you should have known that
uniqueness is ubiquitous.

So you see
The true crime isn’t
ordering a gin tonic, but is to
banter those who are sipping coffee.

Because too often
do people chide the luciferous moon
for stealing the sun’s light.
And maybe that’s why the moon
wanes – to seek refuge in the darkness
from umpires on their thrones of pomposity.

“I’ve heard that answer,”
my friend scorned, and I chuckled
“But I’d rather be a copycat than a pussy.”

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