Copycat Poem by Fie KroC

So you are pretty you say? You look like all the others.
You got style you say? Your own style? Take a magazine and look,
there is your “style”.

You are a copycat. ‘No I’m not’, you answer. Then a tacocat?
‘What are you talking about? ’, you ask.

You do realize that tacocat is also tacocat when reading it from behind? So tacocat is copying itself, which mean that tacocat is also a copycat.

‘You’re weird’, you say. Yes I am, cause I’m not a copycat.
I’m a fresh fish, fresh fish swim against the others.
Dead fish like you just stay in the group.
Dead fish disappear in the crowd, dead fish…

sink.



Still sure you’re not a copycat? !