A decision outside a Sav-On's,
A careless thoughtless reference to a book,
And suddenly I've this mythic quality.
People skitter out of my path in the hallways.
My little joke, well cultivated, has become legend --
One of those silly things that you'll forget next week.
And yet I'm not, really, not three of the five,
More two and a half.
And I'm quite happy as such.
Neither here nor there, my mad mind seethes
With witticisms of varied cast.
Coconuts, and such, to be more specific.
Not three of the five, yet I claim the title --
But haven't I the right?
As much right as any, I think... perhaps more,
Because I thought of it first.
This belongs to me.
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