Teague
In college Teague told me
I had to get an identity
I was pissed
He’d seen right through me
That I was a fraud
An emulator
Devoid of substance
A clever fake
So I went out and got one
More my style
A witch's concoction
Of weirdo loner intellect
But then that one
Got a little stale
So it had to go
I found another
Churned through
A whole succession
Of ill-fitting personas
Recycled a few of the old
Meanwhile time passed
I did this and that
Made a family
Bought a house
Figure I’ll run into
Teague again someday
How could I forget that shit-eating face?
Sit down for a beer, get soused
Tell him I’m back to square one
No clue who I am
I hear you man, he’d say,
Sort of in the same place.
We’d part ways
A good firm shake
And head home to the ones
Who could tell us what we’d become
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