Friday, March 23, 2007

Identity

If the company I keep
Could exercise its influence
I’d be a poet
A genius
A gambler
A substance addict
A father
A raving rant
A flaming bitch
A television serial
In short, anything
Anything I could turn into
Anything but me

(Afterthought)
I don't choose
I don't blend
I become a critic

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