Hi, I'm me-- It has become glaringly absurd this hunt for me believing that when I was hunted down I'd find not only me but a whole herd past me's, future me's the whole cart load and all the years and where have I gotten to in this point of time this isn't the same mirror I gazed into years ago It's the mirror that changed Not poor Gregory Hey, in life Where I went, I went Where I stopped, I stopped When I spoke, I spoke When I listened, I listened What I ate, I ate What I loved, I loved But what about where I went, I did not go where I stopped, I moved on when I spoke, I listened when I fasted, I ate and when I loved . . . I did not want to hate Now I see people as police see them I also see nuns the same way I see hare-krishnas Ain't got no agent can't see poets having agents Yet Ginsy, Ferl, have one and make lots of money by them and fame too Maybe I should get an agent? Wow! No way, Gregory, stay close to the poem!!!