Popular

Here I am, sitting in my room, playing UNO & Friends

"Somebody's Popular! ***So and So*** wants to be your friend!" 

Funny, my phone, a silly game is telling me how popular I am 

Yet only one person is here trying to add me at 9:30 at night 

Because I just kicked their a*s at UNO? Where's the sense in that? 

But not only that, what bone in my body and what veins tangled 

Are to say that I, Richard Mueller, a nobody, is popular? 

Quite frankly, all my life I've been a shadow, just another person 

Not that that has to be a bad thing since I do have those I consider friends 

But what is to say that I know a lot of people, speak to a lot of people, 

or even wish to be the center of attention around someone's world? 

What defines popularity besides the fact that you can get any girl 

or guy you want, or you can cut someone in line at the concessions in the cafe 

because you have "connections?" What's to say I want privilege? 

The upper hand, if you will... Why do I need the upper hand? 

Does that make me weak? In my eyes, I see weakness in having everyone on your side 

If no one is willing to oppose you, hate you, not stand to see you, 

what's the point in living? What's even the point in breathing, 

if someone isn't angry or appalled by you enough to say "You're wrong" 

So no, I don't wanna be popular, UNO & Friends, I don't want you or anyone else to consider me 

"Popular" 

For if I'm popular, I can't learn to be anything else but privileged 

And I can't learn to be anything else but tamed by the fame that some people possess for me 

I'd rather infamy because, if I were famous, in any aspect for that matter, 

I likely wouldn't be here at 9:41 on a Thursday evening writing this spiel and poem,

but rather letting the masses of people get off to my so-called popularity 

Author's Note

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