It’s a saying.
Broken in half, I look at myself.
I see me, sitting on my bookshelf.
No, that can’t be who I am–
Just another puppet of Uncle Sam?
Impossible! I AM WHO I AM
People attempt to change my being.
In my head, I don’t know what I am seeing.
However, I see truth in words and faxes.
Certainty LIES in death and taxes.
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