Pondering a Doubt

Second rate 
Full of cliches 
Filled to the brim
With worthless canon
These toils constantly reflect
a stab but lack of feat

What do you spot?
Some grey slob mopped 
Abundant work plopped 
All mundane
Grime
Mine

This poem is about: 
Me

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