Monday, January 25, 2010

Identity Crisis

Am I a banana or a plantain?
Will someone please explain
What is the difference between both of us?
Is it even something to be discussed?
Do I come from Brazil or maybe from the states?
Am I as sweet as I think I am, maybe I’m really tart
Are we identical twins, hard to tell apart?
Should ice cream be added and I be split?
Or am I something hearty, to be cooked and dipped
Does it even matter when our destiny’s the super mart?
I’m just matter put into a cart
To be used and abused, with nothing left to do
Go along with what’s going on… no room to refuse
The destiny that’s awaiting me is the same no matter what I am
Whether is to be spoiled and thrown away or eaten by
a man

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