No Plan B
I’m making an exhibition of myself;
I am the dullest trophy on the shelf;
nobody wants to look at me,
I’m a pretty picture that no one can see;
and, though, I have a plan, it’s no Plan B,
it’s what I must do
to let me be,
put myself out there,
in all my splendid mediocrity –
‘come see the exhibit – admission free!’
