Haven't written a poem for a while...this one came out like a really wussy rap :)

I am not one for extremes
I don’t have big dreams
or grand schemes
I don’t fit neatly into niches.
I treat labels like leeches –
And pull the bloodsuckers off

I drink from the trough
and not from dainty cups
Happier with the pigs
than the higher-ups.

I am a stage-left observer,
a certainty swerver,
a slow-stepper
and a limelight leper

I feel much better for spilling
Than filling my head with unsaids
That said, I like to play pretend
If I offend
It’s by inaction
Cos I lose traction fast
I don’t last long
In company
Before becoming drained
I’m better trained
At lone flying
Low-lying
Though I’m trying
To improve
I’m slow to move
Part sloth
Part moth at the lamp

Not easily summed up
By one rubber stamp