On Descartes Maxima

I don't trust politics, therefore I am Otherwise I've no chance to be me But somebody else, quite a different man Not the one that I happen to be I believe in love, therefore I’m a lover And you must be a lover as well Otherwise we might be undercover Of something that looks quite like hell They count our money, they want us to reveal All that we are, very small Subjects they scrutinize to make us feel That we do not matter at all But I do agree to be that matterless No reason to argue with them Anyway I’ll be taken for somebody else Not the real person I am.