Mr. Nobody

He showed his credentials

with his air of faint superiority;

Different from other animals

humans believe to have majesty.


After a short cross-examination

he was judged as acceptable;

Not with less determination,

he produced his awaited spectacle.


All the tricks were unusual

his attire, though, rather casual;

A certain disgust filled the air

because of his lack of flair.


All faces looked meaningless

unlike the famous one of Madonna

They moved about with distress;

there was another prima-donna.


Status and vanity are companions;

nonetheless any male VIP -

except for his accompanying minions -

had the humane right to RIP.


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