Poem -

Identity crisis

I'm dazed and confused

I'm tired of being used

It's not me that you see

It's just your fantasy

It's an identity crisis

An Identity crisis

Work all day

For my pay

Doing it the bosses way

At night

I'm a fright

Wondering is all is right

It's an Identity crisis

An identity crisis

Weekends here

Need a beer

Gotta get out of here

On the road on my hog

Acting like a dog

It's an Identity crisis

An identity crisis

weeend long having fun

Riding in the sun

Seeing sights that I like

While sitting on my bike

It's and identity crisis

An identity crisis

Sunday night come

The fund is done

Sleeping in my home

Feeling like a drone

It's an identity crisis

An identity crisis

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