I'm over enthusiastic,
like elastic stretched from the slack,
I bounce back.
Contort me with retorts,
distort me in accordance
with thoughts distraught
Attempt to bend me to your will,
I'm still flexible.
Able to question,
somewhat inspired,
quite often tired,
but satisfied,
having died so many times.
So like it or lump it,
you stand where you land,
I'm looking for a rubber trumpet,
to join an elastic band.
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