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I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Why, yes
I'm nobody too.
I do agree
That like a frog
Forced to sing and dance
To an unrelenting bog
That claps today but tomorrow answers with a grimace,
Is the fate
And unlucky Circumstance
Of the unwilling life long mate
Of Fame and chance.
I have never been so glad, its true,
to admit that I, yes, I am nobody too.
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Who is Nobody, you ask?
They are the non-existent ones.
I get so tired of being erased.
Debased,
of my (supposed) personhood.
When they say
I can't
possibly be
what I am.
Or
when they say
what I am
is an impossibility.
I am Nobody, who are you?
And when they say
what I am
makes me lesser than-
And
they say
I must not feel,
(or they say I do not)
(or cannot)
(but perhaps it all amounts to the same);
I must play the robot.
[a Nobody with emotions?
How quaint.
You cannot be a Nobody
and truly feel.
You deceive yourself.]
(You cannot be-
You are not-
Your experiences are invalid-
You aren't real.)
But I defy you:
with every breath,
with my very being
The existent non-existent.
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Why, yes
I'm nobody too.
I do agree
That like a frog
Forced to sing and dance
To an unrelenting bog
That claps today but tomorrow answers with a grimace,
Is the fate
And unlucky Circumstance
Of the unwilling life long mate
Of Fame and chance.
I have never been so glad, its true,
to admit that I, yes, I am nobody too.
-------------------------------------------------------------------
Who is Nobody, you ask?
They are the non-existent ones.
I get so tired of being erased.
Debased,
of my (supposed) personhood.
When they say
I can't
possibly be
what I am.
Or
when they say
what I am
is an impossibility.
I am Nobody, who are you?
And when they say
what I am
makes me lesser than-
And
they say
I must not feel,
(or they say I do not)
(or cannot)
(but perhaps it all amounts to the same);
I must play the robot.
[a Nobody with emotions?
How quaint.
You cannot be a Nobody
and truly feel.
You deceive yourself.]
(You cannot be-
You are not-
Your experiences are invalid-
You aren't real.)
But I defy you:
with every breath,
with my very being
The existent non-existent.
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