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 TeagueIn college Teague told meI had to get an identityI was pissedHe ’d seen right through me, pointedlyThat I was a fraudAn emulatorDevoid of substanceA clever fake So I went out and got oneMore my styleA witch's concoctionOf weirdo loner intellectBut then that oneGot a little staleSo it had to goI found anotherChurned through A whole successionOf ill-fitting personasRecycled a few of the oldMeanwhile time passedI did this and thatMade a familyBought a house Someday I ’ll runInto Teague againHow could I forget his shit-eating face?Sit down for a beer, get sousedFrankly, I ’m back to square oneNo clue who I amI hear you man, he ’d say Sort of in the same place We ’d part waysA good firm shake And head home to the onesWho could tell us what we ’d become 7/7/22

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - July 7, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs