Jack of All Trades
Too scared to be spread too thin. To be pulled or stretched or worse not be pliable at all. Spread too thin that I become transparent translucent in the light. Better to stay compacted a ball of me-like substance so I can throw myself with incredible accuracy at single designated point hit it with power all of me because that’s how you knock the clown into the tank the bottles off the shelf the pins to the floor. That’s how you get the big prize hanging dusty in the corner. If spread too thin everything will run through me I’ll be left with holes and a nasty draft and no free fish in a bag. I used to believe in The Jack of All Trades maybe, I still do more likely The Master of None was once a Master of One who got bored of being a master.
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