Two Me’s
inside my head
There are two me's inside my head,
One that's strong, the other one's dead.
The first one's deficit leaves a mess,
The other one follows to clean in his stead.
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After medicine has cast its web,
Oh my, my pants are down again;
It feels like I'm drowning when
Isolation is crowned to friends.
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I pretend that I'm around in stints,
Go out in crowds now and then,
And I can predict the end.
As there are two me's, but only one can win.
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Jeffrey Sparks
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