Don Dudding Who's Using Who
My poverty precedes me.
My honesty deceives me.
I think I need my things to get along.
I think I need my little things to get along.
My possessions define.
At times, they try to defy me.
They think they're right. I think they're wrong.
They think they're right. I think they're wrong.
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I'm overwhelmed I'm so confused.
I cannot tell who's using who.
Somewhere out there, someone knows why.
I may be wrong, but I think I'm right.
Sometimes my shirt is torn,
Whether or not it should be worn.
My trousers carry the stubborn gene.
How can pants be so darned mean?
I left my shoes out on the lawn.
And now my socks show their alarm.
When will I go out and bring their brethren home?
If I go barefoot, can they manage on their own?