The "little" man with "big" insecurities, many a naysayer on the way.
Bid them goodbye to never-never land; with their complacency and mediocrity I send them away.
Their claws are blunt finding flaws.
All along insecurity projecting itself was the main clause.
Bye Bye Little Big or Big Little Man.
Death to Mr. Doubt
// poetry
Got here by filling in,
For the holes that people pointed out,
Went back to the drawing board strategizing,
With a reflexive punch for Mr. Doubt.
"Not enough smoke",
"Not enough fire", they said,
In an oblivion of artistic waters,
Did I bury their disrespectful head.
It's easy to bitch and moan
On the sidelines like a bitter foe
For a momentary flex I'd never take a loan
It's only a few steps this facade shall go.
Like an architect of dreams
The Creator endowed me with gifts
Horror-stricken competitor screams
Your face, your brand, I can spark the right lifts.
There's a setback on the springboard
Like a mandatory set piece for every man;
A snake of nepotism under ladder
Throw this interjection into a scissoring fan.
Slapping chaos into a single file
A concept-vending machine in my head
You can go on tirelessly within the cubicle,
While I sleep an artist's sleep on my bed.
Finding flaws not a superpower,
It's insecurity personified with a mouth
I mentioned the disrespectful head in the start?
Yes, it's me who killed Mr. DOUBT.
