Who is this piece of me near but unattached
who snatches my belongings and shuffles my stash?
I hear his cry and I feel his pain.
When he is victorious, I myself gain.
The battle begins, I draw my weapon like so
Not one sword, now three, drawn against my foe.
Swifter and stronger, I prevail as a team
Me and these attachments to me that often seem
to be quite disgusting and confusing and fussy
Not rule following and peaceful and smiling like they ought be.
Sometimes I wish to just be alone
to be rid of this extra flesh and bone.
All at once I feel as though something is missing
as soon as I wonder there they are again with me.