I am not who I am
I am someone else,
What you see is a projection-
I am not myself.
I am not what I am
I am something else,
So that what you see is not me
It is something else.
Remember Flip Wilson?
What you see is what you get?
Face value can be misleading
Leading to regret.
Judge not a book by its cover
Or look a gift horse in the mouth
For given today’s technology
That roar might be a mouse.
Nice hips and whatever else
May not be what you think,
Look before you leap
Over the proverbial brink.
Not a high pitch tone
But more like a base?
Okay, please be careful now,
This could be a trans case.
Taken for granted
Could result in pain,
What looks like a donkey
May well be a Great Dane.
What God has created
Man attempts to manipulate
And often when he has finished
It is more like mutilate.
Switching out genitalia
Through multiple procedures:
Woman becoming man and vice versa
With altered features.
Leaving God’s basic template
And becoming rather queer
Yet, pressing for recognition
In all that is fair.
Multiplying the genders
And, exponentially so,
As to how many there are
I really don’t know.
They refer to science
Especially of the medical type
And on the erroneous
They mount their ongoing fight.
They grab at straws
And create obvious strawmen
But society at large
Don’t see a problem.
Children are disadvantaged
But haven’t this always been?
Single parents and adultery
Are still on the scene.
Human rights and equal rights
Must be accorded to all
Regardless of whatever gender
By which I choose to be called.
Reform the social construct
Reform the education
Reform the Constitution
And make abnormal the norm.
And what a great people
We would all become
For the feeling I have within
Would get any job done!
No absolutes, please!
Let everything be fluid
For in the absence of the absolute
Everything is relative.
Sounds like a plan?
One that can really work?
Well, whether we believe it or not,
It’s the view of the so-called experts.
Stewart Russell © February 1, 2023
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