I have no talents,
I believe that is true.
I boast about playing bassoon,
You say "I could do better than you"
There's nothing unique about me,
Even when I do succeed, I am never free.
You say my accents are good,
I should probably jump in a lake!
Accents aren't real talent, so my talent is fake.
Can't sing,
Can't dance,
Can't give romance.
Can't play an instrument,
Can't have a quirk,
Can't smile, can't smirk,
Can't even lurk.
Nobody sees me as talented,
I'm a failure to society,
Yet I still have friends,
Who don't seem to hate me.
I'm not with the times,
I don't like self-harm.
But all in all,
I belong in a farm.
I have no talents,
I swear this is true,
And I have no talents,
What about?
I hope you have talent.
-Prosciutto

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Expressions of a poor man
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