288 Poem by RIC BASTASA

There is nothing
Exceptional,
Nothing special
With me,

I am just ordinary

In decency, in status,
I am what you call
the average man,
Of no special rank
Of lesser significance

I am found
In the most common
Places, undistinguished
in the most common men
in the market, in the mall,
in the park, in the beach,
in the streets, in the church,
in anywhere in everywhere

I am what you see
As plain, the usual
The most customary
that you meet &
easily forget

I am the
Normal person that you
Shake hands with,
whose name
does not linger
long enough in your mind

I live in the many
I am the numerous
I breathe the common Air
I drink the water
For everyone
I smell like the
Sweat of the rest
I look like everyone
Because I am the average
Because I am the ordinary


But without me
You will never be
Special

In truth it is us
The common ones
In this whole world
The background
These ordinary
Occurrences and
Resemblances

That make you
Exist,

We, the average,
We, the people of this world
We are the ordinary
And you cannot
Disregard us,

We are the many,
And we can always
Disregard you
If we really want to

we make you
and we can always unmake you

mister special..