A Useless Card in the Deck

December 23, 2016

I possess a queen-size bed but not a queen.

Could it be an extensive wait for someone meant to be

or the universe telling me that I am not fit to be a king?

It's possible that I am merrily just a jester,

a joker within a deck of cards.

Nothing taken seriously.

A small-time investor.

Yet take a moment to understand.

Let concepts of me marinate and fester.

You might just find that I am not someone that is lesser.

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jxxhDec 27, 2016

<p>This is lovely. </p><p>It's funny how people feel the same way about situations like these. </p>