Sittin in the audi, n watching the show,
was thinkin to myself, if i could be a pro
can i dance or can i write, can i paint or atleast sing?
isnt there any talent in me, that i can call my own "thing"?
singin is wut i started out wid, but what awaited me was gloom
my songs wouldnt go, beyond the confines of the bathroom
had a shot at painting, thought i would do that with ease
my masterpieces were limited, to graphs in my ppts.
tried my hand at writing,thought its same as writing notes
the only ficion i wrote, were my weekly status reports
writin whackky one liners, that wont require any slog,
but the ones that were appreciated, were sysouts and user-action log.
writing neat little poems, is what i tried in rage,
lookin at the this one, dont think it will go beyond this page.
Sittin in the audi, the show sure was a treat
best place for me out here, seems to be the audience seat.
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