On Posting a Facebook Selfie

“That’s so you!” The besom lassie cries, And ticks the Like to send a winged Mercury with laughing smiles. “Indeed” I reply, frowning brow Troubled by an existential paradox: Who else might I be? Me. Myself. This fragment of life; Who am I? And why am I not he? Him, or Her? What ambitions might I have to be transformed, and live A doubled life? Begone perplexing Thoughts, it enough that I am me. But then the thought creeps in, which Me am I? There is a me on the inside, And a me on the outside that others see; And would I had their eyes, to compare The two. Maybe the stoater lassie’s right “That’s so you!” is who I really am.