I am the editor of my own life
To comma and splice wherever I please,
I can edit or proof my history,
Blotting out or stressing lines that displease.
My qualifications, I have but one,
A pretty poor résumé, you may think,
But there's nobody else who's qualified;
These edits, they need my feelings for ink.
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