Only Child
I’m an only child and introvert,
Whimsical and deftly hurt,
It’s like duck-soup for me to dissipate,
I separate and isolate,
I helm towards the inurbane,
They appear to be the only ones sane,
Although they are fugacious and indignant,
Withal erratically forthright malignant,
As a scion, I was used as a scapegoat,
But I was pellucid enough to take note,
If you cite me crafty, you flatter me,
You can allude to me as nasty it wouldn’t matter to me.
