The one I am and the other one,
And all of them together in a row;
I trot them out and switch them up
Till you can't tell friend from foe.
They call it "oh so despicable,"
"So contemptible," "what a shame";
But me, myself, and the other I
All agree they're the ones to blame.
Who said that what's integral
Must thereby be what's right?
If each in its own strange sense is true
Why not let them all be you?
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