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I’m not a football player—
Nor basketball or baseball,
Or anything in between.
I’m not a brainiac
Nor am I the teacher’s favorite.
I’m not popular with the ladies
Or with anyone else, actually.
Who am I?
A mere satyr,
A satyr no one wants around.
I stand out among the gods,
Those who are what I am not.
The athletic, the smart, and the suave.
They are high and mighty
They are symbols of respect and authority
They are gods, gods ruling over all others.
With their dazzling immortality,
In mind, body, and spirit—
How could I even begin to compare?
Even among my fellow creatures, I am cast off.
Centaurs, Cyclopes, gorgons, and giants alike—
To them, I am the lowest of the low.
But why? Why am I so shunned?
Is it my appearance?
My little goat-like body—
With loud hooves clanging in the hall,
And devil-like horns and stubby tail to match?
Or is it my personality?
The mischievous spirit of wildness made real—
I don’t know.
What I do know,
Is that I’m an outcast.
A wild animal no one bothers to tame,
No one bothers to know,
No one bothers to love
I am not one of the gods, who look down on me
I am not one of the creatures who turn their backs on me.
So, what am I?
I am a satyr.
A satyr no one wants around.