When we engaged in the pastime of watching other people
Someone was probably watching us too
I can tell you that other person looked a lot like materialism
With eyes that spoke of murder, of sped up natural causes
I gave my story to a sketch artist
Who whipped up a drawing of me with a moustache
Me in a tank top
The sketch artist worked wonders on the rendering of a suspect in a breaking and entering
Who looked like me with a cape and a letter on his chest
Me having a bad day looking sleepy and restless
The sketch artist was asked to draw the suspect in a vicious assault case
He penciled me in dressed as a woman with a blonde wig and a dress
Me in an expensive suit with a briefcase and an umbrella
I participated in justice, elusive justice
Allowed myself to be used to prove the lack of uniqueness in all human things
A line up of suspects wearing masks of the cheap K-Mart variety
I cannot excuse myself from civic requirements
I am the slightly hostile bearer of a seeming lack of difference in mankind's design
A line up of suspects all wearing the same poorly fitting masks on a daily basis
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