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It's been three years I've spent building a fantasy land, where others too began to regard me as of star quality - an intellectual with a future, and a beautiful prospect for subsequent fame and renown. I'm down now from such unmerited esteem, with dreams collapsing and vanity deflated. Exams have rammed home the verdict I'm perfectly absurd - a turd of the first order, who deserves disdain. In vain I might try to hide, because no sanctuary would thank me for knocking at their door - so I'm left parading degraded, and watched by ridiculing eyes - wiser perhaps, and yet flooded with self-disgust.      I now endorse what other people say:      I posture - a pretentious popinjay!