Which me am I?
Am I the opaque, exhibitionist poet guy?
Am I the one who disapproves of our culture and commerce
Or the hypocrite who participates in both anyway?
Am I my same lifetime average, or new every day?
Am I my past actions, or am I my predestined future,
Or am I the limit as x approaches the present?
Am I the syndrome or the symptom, the allergy or the sneeze?
Am I the guy who has found ultimate comfort
In that radioactive-Tampa-Bay-Buccaneers Orange
Ever since the first time he made macaroni and cheese?
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