so here was a man
who cared not for
any snowflake theory;
"as varied and singular so as to say
that not one can ever quite be matched
to any other..."

he instead favored the familiar;
a smile, a grin, or any such thing as
to be reminiscent of
a mirror image.

to bring about familiarity and sameness;
he would like to be a cockroach among
a festering mass of many more similar
cockroaches, so that he may compliment the rest,
casting congratulatory remarks upon his
unsuspecting fellows (many of them do not
realize that they are not snowflakes):
"how nice indeed it is that you are as me."

for that is how the world should be.

here is a man who would wish for himself
to dwell as an Oscar, identical and not
outstanding from a world full of Oscars.
a big fish in a smallish pond (but with room
to breathe) full of other big fishes.