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.
