I don't need to be critically acclaimed.
Being average is nothing to be afraid of.
Without status quo, how will we
know when extraordinary hits us
in the balls?
I will gladly wear the shoes of anonymity,
if it means that a circus performer
wins the lotto and gets shot
by a deranged clown.
I can afford to be the regular Joe
who sits at a Taco Bell Drive Thru
and orders some cheesy monstrosity
advertised on their latest commercial.
For whatever it's worth I can be plain
I got no qualms with being common.