You’ve made a career of refusing engagements
To stay in high demand
An art form of identifying absolutes in everyone
(The absolute wrongs that they do you)
No aptitude for style
Unique has hit its expiration date
Mysterious has left the building
Despair is showing its age
And really, nobody’s THAT smart…
Shop girls start calling you “sir”
You can’t muster the moxie
To manage a youth culture timbre
You’ve got words to spare
And a mean little air
You mutter them quietly in the grocery line
You’ve traded the things everybody wants
For the something that nobody needs
…
You’d be almost common
If you weren’t abnormally arrogant
SensibleUnsensible 
