Monday, January 17, 2011

Figures A and B

I can’t hide. Nor can you, for I’m in two
Places at once. I suppose it’s unique.
Cruel carbon copies constantly on view;
Society’s unnamed circus freaks.

Poked, prodded, tested, questioned like lab rats,
Observed and criticized for every tick
Resembling A to B as if that’s that.
Never individuals. And the dick

Joking about, “Two for the price of one.”
For once could you call me by my own name?
I know you think our guessing games are fun
Identical genes are what make my fame.

Murdering identity is gruesome
Making two wholes be halves for a twosome.
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