Pathetic, feeble, weak I may seem,
But in my mind, I reign as supreme.
With muscles like noodles, and no strength to speak,
I’m a champion in the game of being unique.
I may lift a feather and call it a feat,
While others carry boulders down the street.
My feeble attempts at looking tough,
End up being laughably not so rough.
Pathetic, feeble, weak, they say with a grin,
But I embrace it all and take it on the chin.
For in my world, strength is overrated,
I’ll stick to being me, never outdated.
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