She is They

They smiled like the cousin you knew and talked like a boar I wonder what happened to him My cousin that is, But she, well pardon me, they, shoved their hands up my ass and I thanked them for it. At what point does someone become so self absorbed That they deserve plurality. More than those around them. I thought we were equal. Could it be true that, I am he and you are she but they are one and more than us.