I can´t be your fan
I have my own dedicated haters
my own scribbles reaching for fate
May I be promoted or banned
On my own growing demand
I can't be your fan
I don't fit in your audience
You'll bear my absence
We all choose our offence
on your opening night
I can't be tilting the lights
On traffic jammed stage
Not part of your plight
Not interested in your page
Encouragement from me
Certainly solid sincerity
But I don't need your image
Your approval and badges
Why do you need me to rate it
I have my own craft and trait
I build these things in me
Since never did I plea or demand
I'm no one else's fan I'm my own brand
So go be big in soul, be big in japan
I invent words, with own pen do I ponder
prefer my err and my own ugly blunder
Over another's replicated thunder
I'll never be the admirer downunder
A drop of my own golden glory
Powers the hunger in my spirit core
fuels me a decade forward
Its my gut, brain creative reward
never expecting, given up hoping
Sweat and mastery my only trophy
Outsiders snide my failures
leak out before me when I nail it
Focus on your own game
Lest world find your lameness
You are your own jailers
Tough exteriors inside all frail
I can't sign up to your group
I have my own universe to expand
You've got a cliche to polish
All routine borish and bland
I've irregular rhymes a million stanzas to kill!
A thousand springs of messy minstrelsy to fill
You see my errors not my unbreakable Doggerel
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