And I’m not alone
I walk
I talk
Say the things I’m suppose to say
Cause I am a clone
And I like it that way
I am a clone
And I use the phone
To talk to others
Who are like me
We talk about the clones
Who aren’t like us
And sometimes
I’d like to be different too
But I’m afraid
Of what others might think
So I’ll stay the way I am cause
I am a clone
And I go
Where I’m suppose to go
Do the things
I’m suppose to do
Wear the clothes
Put out for me
In chain department stores
Even though others
Buy the same clothes
And I give them dirty looks
When they give me dirty looks
For wearing the same clothes
Then laugh out loud
Knowing there’s nothing
Any of us can say or do
I am a clone
And I’m not alone
And would you believe it
There are others
In this very city
That have the same face
As mine
And it looks funny on them
I see them
When I’m driving in my car
And of course
Wouldn't you know it
Their car has the same name
As mine cause
Author's Note: This is a new old poem, one of a pile that I have that had at one point been typed out with an electric typewriter or into an early word processor, but no electronic copy remained. All of these poems, from the 1970s and 80s are essentially first drafts. Some really good, while others needing work...some a lot of work. The ones that are really bad end up in the waste basket, although any good ideas/lines are salvaged and recycled. This is one of the better ones, in my honest opinion. Partially inspired by Alice Cooper’s Clones (We’re All) (1980), written by David Carron (1948-84), and my own personal experiences, living in an ever growing city.
I think there is a bit of clown in the clone. Well done.
Interesting spin on how we take ourselves too seriously and try to be cool by being different. Thanks
Don
" the same face
As mine
And it looks funny on them" - my favorite stanza with these lines, Chris. This is a good-natured look at how we "look" and why. Thanks for this.
YouTubed (or maybe TestTubed) the AC track--sounded Gary Numanish (Are clones electronic?) which seemed appropriate.
Reads well as a lyric; language and theme in androgynous sync...