So…you are baying for blood

You’ve never seen a broad

I just fell from the sky

And you are mighty surprised 

So…you are strutting your stuff

Like a cockerel does

All feathered and large

Ready to emerge

So…you think you have made

The clique of elite

The Earth’s chosen few

The ones who are great 

So…you think you are man

And to prove it have come

Spare me; do sit down

You are playing the clown

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Ouch…! (harsh)…oh no…my younger self became bitter …(wish I could go back in time and give 1998 ‘me’ a hug…😒)