[Poem] Mentor… Rival!

Old man, I still look up to you

Despite your venomous spew

No respite you show, and I am glad

Though your rigid mind makes me sad

 

Why did you want to make everyone you knew:

Think like you? Walk like you? Talk like you? Rhyme like you? Dance like you? Sing like you?

Was it a clone you were looking for, or something whole?

A frail Dolly, or someone with his own mind and soul?

I know that I’m young and naive, my mind’s a new sieve

Unclogged potency… Sure, I engage in idiocy,

petty drivel, base and low… I let it flow

I’m a sinner, a dolt, a street magician lacking flavour

You’re Houdini, grand magical shows the masses savour

I, a parlour tricker, look for new Magic wherever

 

I looked to you for guidance, you gave me poison

But never mind…

 

I still look to you for guidance, not as a mentor but as a rival

Call me a peddler of drivel. Call me anything you deign, don’t refrain

Because, your mind that is so unbending I still find utterly fascinating

Abuse me all you like. I am honoured and delighted

I hoard every curse y’throw my way like precious treasure.

 

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