The act of being everything I’m not has always been my go to defense mechanism.
Moving to a new school? I can give you best sharp witted class clown alive.
New job? I’ve always been dependable and I’m highly educated. They’ll never check the facts if you’re convincing enough.
New relationship? I mean who needs them really, but I’m the most debonair man you’ve ever met.
I go to every theatre audition but I’m never the guy they’re looking for.
Maybe it’s the stench, alcohol and unwashed skin can damper the ability to pull the audience in.
Word Count: 97
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