No Plan B

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!’

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