
Damn.
You know I wish I had a cloning machine
Where I could step in and step out and poof there were more of me
So I didn’t have to depend on anyone but myself
Knowing that I could help me even if everybody else left
When I could have whole conversations about my life
Not constantly trying to bury my invariable pain and strife
And maybe sit back and relax, enjoy me some us time
Because when they get home, they want to spend us some we time
Maybe I’ll create two of me one, a genius, dedicated to doing my work
While I let the other, real me, chill and relax and maybe twerk, just a little
Or maybe three so I can send that one to hang with friends
So the real me never has to worry about walking on eggshells again
Possibly four or five and maybe they’ll be a lot of fun
So I can make a line of all my haters and beat they ass one by one
A six and seven never really crossed my mind
I guess that’s because only five of me should be full of pride
But maybe, just maybe I can be who I am
And say fuck you if you don’t like me, bitch, I don’t give a damn
And sit back and relax and enjoy my life’s show
Because as the one and only me, creating another one is just not a good way to go
So I’ll suck it up, and fall into the sturdiness of my life’s net
And maybe, just when the beautiful sun is about to set
I look in the mirror and draw an S on my chest
To symbolize how strong I am and that this model is the best
And realize damn I won’t need a cloning machine again
Because only I, me, can be who I am.
-N.D. Johnson