Identity Crisis
Stepped right through
That hole in the wall
To find myself
In her front hall
Hello is that you she said
And I thought what the heck
And checked down my body
From my ankles to my neck
From the neck up I already
Knew it was me
I’d looked in a mirror
Just before tea
But as for the rest
You just never know
Somebody else’s bits
Might be on show
There’s just a chance
One of the undead
Had sneaked up on me
And borrowed my head
Or maybe it was just a dream
And I wasn’t really me
And I had eaten
Another man’s tea
Come to think of it
I never knew
That I liked
Irish stew
Can’t
Recall
Ever eating it
Before at all
So I shouted back
It’s not me at all
And slipped back out
Through the hole in the wall
I’m not going back there again
I can’t stand the shame
Of another man’s body
Maybe using my name
The trouble is
I’ve found to my cost
If I aren’t me
Then I must be lost
On the other hand
It’s the chance of a life
To have some fun
With another bloke’s wife
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2023
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