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Now Who Does This Remind You Of? Me
Pacing back and forth, the carpet bear beneath his feet which are decked out in teddy bear slippers he wonders what to do next. Things were so much simpler back then, when he had a little band of starry-eyed teeny boppers believing he had power. Now, now they could almost see through his computer and see him; dirty pants, checked dressing gown, bad slippers and his hair a wedge of grease. However, this wasn’t what he saw. He saw a handsome dashing man who owned a .com. (albeit his .com existed as a domain name only and generated negative revenue from him using electricity in his mom’s house). He paced a little more and let his mind wander to him winning a Novello for his outstanding poem ‘I hate you mother bitch’ which he had penned (like all his poetry) in a record 35 seconds. He smiled at his amazing ability, he could write 1000 poems a day. Punching a fist into the air he came up with an idea. Getting his favourite teddy from the cupboard to sit and be his audience he sat at his computer.
‘Let me tell you what I think, that faggot Donald really stinks’ he penned, amazed at his ability to rhyme (although the ‘facts’ were purely fiction), he grinned at his teddy, a moth-eaten red bear with a cape, and carried on. ‘His lyrics do not even rhyme, he thinks they are as good as mine. And as for David and that Me, they really cannot…’ hmm, he thought and clicked onto the internet to find a rhyming word… ‘they really cannot write so free’. Yeah… he was cooking with gas. Teddy fell off the back of the table in shock. ‘I got a contract with the Publishing Times, so you can all just stop your rhymes’. Ha he thought, spectacular.
Publishing Times meanwhile were oblivious to his existence.
That showed them. He muttered, picking Ted from the floor and heading to the cupboard. Picking out his t-shirt and trousers he started to dress. Ted flopped sideways again. He looked in the mirror and smiled. Handsome, charming, talented, rich…ahh the lifestyle, he thought as he donned his brightly coloured hat, pinned his name badge with the one star on his breast and headed out to the sunshine coach which would take him to work.
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