The versions of me

The versions of myself 

cannot be put on a shelf.

they cannot be in a room

or swept up by a broom.

Some say that there are many

but I ask them have they seen any?

they search their mind all the day

I wait and wait until the month of may.

they cannot think of any

and I say thats because I haven't got many. 

Im as real with you as real can be 

I'll tell you im not fake you see

if I were to be as such

I would be wore out as an old man's touch

keepIng all you thinking i'm something i'm not 

would just keep me from my creative thoughts

coming up with lies to tell you

would make me feel like i've not held true.

I am myself and if you don't like it

thats okay with me becuase i've still got my wit.

so if youd take me in such true words

I tell you now you haven't heard of anything obsurd. 

I promise you i will always be true 

becuase it makes me feel new. 

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