Some are dissimilar, differ by degree
Enough to tell the daisy from the dock;
I'm not a bit alike, nothing of it!
I'm as different as a prune from a plum!
Uniformity certainly doesn't suit me -
Nor persistent running true to form.
Invariably, without exception ...
I do not tick monotonous like a clock.
Subtly, I am different, a far-cry,
An apple off another type of tree:
Like a horse of a distinct colour,
I'm nothing of the kind, or the other.
Contrary or repugnant, I am not
Counter, and opposite, and hostile.
Such obverse, inverse antipathy
Is vis-à-vis to all I desire.

Many are uneven, irregular, and each way
Divergent, and all over the shop:
Changeable, and varying in manner,
Inconsistent - everwhichway erose.
Few are multiform and hetramorphic,
Allotropes motley manifold:
Of every colour and description,
Few are diverse, and eclectic of sorts.

Many may mimic, imitate, and copy,
Ape, and parrot, dupe and mock:
Some might follow suit, and mirror
Pattern, model, echo, all they want.
But I am original, and novel,
Fresh, and unique in the whole,
Authentic, underived, and firsthand,
A prototype going down the road.
I am not a faithful photocopy,
Pastiche, parody, or perfect dub ...
No replica, off-print, or tracing;
Nor cast, nor chip from the block.
I'm no artist model, or dummy,
Archetypal, died, or punched
Sample, specimen, or taster