Who are you?
I always see you
With your long beard
Your shaven face
Your bald head
Your hippie grace
Dressed in leather
In canvas, corduroy and lace
Who are you?
Your white skin blinds me
Your ebony tone
Thou's light brown hue
All of those colors are true
And many shades in between
Perhaps some I've never seen
Plaid isn't out of the question
Nor polka dot and paisley
Who are you?
I've seen you working
As a doctor
As a garbage man
As a teacher
As a mother
You have so many jobs
And sometimes you have none
Holding a sign
An upturned hat
Passersby calling you a bum
Who are you?
Are you the ninety nine percent?
Are you the one?
Perhaps you are more fifty fifty
Even when odds are three to one
But in numbers games
The house always wins
Wouldn't you rather have a name
Than a number?
Me too, if it's all the same
But, who are you?
John Stonebender
Steve Smith
Applebee Fencepainter
Names used to mean something
They gave you purpose
They gave you freedom
They fenced you in
They niched your surface
What's the name for jack-of-all-trades?
Oddjob? Oddfellow?
For such a supremely generalized race
We sure like to define on the narrow
Hey buddy, Who are you anyways?
I am you
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