Put Away Your Labels
Don’t try to categorize me
I will survive on my own terms
However right-on or askew that may be.
I’m not necessarily this, and I’m sure
Not that, but yes, I just may be the one
To admit being both and rub your smug
Face in meaningless negativity.
We’re spiritual brothers and sisters:
Nothing more and nothing less
So lay down your stones
Give me your hand and your blessing
Quit trying to pin a label on me.
Ouch! !
1970
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Good one Jim, a fine message we'd all do well to heed.