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I often think I’d get more done if there were ten of me
A decaduncan horde increasing productivity
Multiplying output by an exponent of ten
A lumberjackish nerdy tribe of giant, bearded men
But maybe just opposite of this idea is true;
That tenfold problems would result with ten new points of view
Procrastination might be multiplied by ten as well
And who would be the boss of such unruly personnel?
Initial hierarchy terms would no doubt be contested
And secondary power structure motions all protested
Organizing such creative, moody, stubborn dudes
Would take too long to mollify and manage all my moods
And then, once calmed, we’d likely talk for hours about me
Marveling and tripping out at our first time to be
“On the outside looking in,” objectively inspecting
A living hall of mirrors taking stock and self-reflecting
Pleasantly surprised at parts and horrified at others
An oddly stoic wolfpack tribe of tall dectuplet brothers
Presumably at first we’d say exactly the same thing
Until we all diverged a bit and started differing
Becoming different Duncans in our own small ways unique
Would some of us grow stronger and would some of us grow weak?
Would battle for the leadership of Deca-Dunc emerge?
Would anger flare with fisticuffs or could we curb that urge?
And dare I wonder? Would lust bloom? Would we all shrug and say,
“Experimental orgies are the order of the day?”
Becoming a uniquely ‘me’ masturbatory pile?
A Mapplethorpe kaleidoscopian narcissiphile?
Or would instinctive hatred be the order of the day?
Uncanny valley instincts that repulse us all away?
Would we unite or kill ourselves or squabble needlessly?
Could we begin to even start a planned activity?
I’m pretty sure that even if we could, we’d get distracted.
As inspirational ideas through our minds were refracted.
Just like ten crystals making spectrums from a ray of light.
We’d come up with a hundred premises all through the night.
No, one of me can only be. There can be only one.
More than one of me would be too much for anyone.
So just myself. That will suffice. The work is mine to do.
But that’s just me. I’m wondering. Is it the same for you?
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A decaduncan horde increasing productivity
Multiplying output by an exponent of ten
A lumberjackish nerdy tribe of giant, bearded men
But maybe just opposite of this idea is true;
That tenfold problems would result with ten new points of view
Procrastination might be multiplied by ten as well
And who would be the boss of such unruly personnel?
Initial hierarchy terms would no doubt be contested
And secondary power structure motions all protested
Organizing such creative, moody, stubborn dudes
Would take too long to mollify and manage all my moods
And then, once calmed, we’d likely talk for hours about me
Marveling and tripping out at our first time to be
“On the outside looking in,” objectively inspecting
A living hall of mirrors taking stock and self-reflecting
Pleasantly surprised at parts and horrified at others
An oddly stoic wolfpack tribe of tall dectuplet brothers
Presumably at first we’d say exactly the same thing
Until we all diverged a bit and started differing
Becoming different Duncans in our own small ways unique
Would some of us grow stronger and would some of us grow weak?
Would battle for the leadership of Deca-Dunc emerge?
Would anger flare with fisticuffs or could we curb that urge?
And dare I wonder? Would lust bloom? Would we all shrug and say,
“Experimental orgies are the order of the day?”
Becoming a uniquely ‘me’ masturbatory pile?
A Mapplethorpe kaleidoscopian narcissiphile?
Or would instinctive hatred be the order of the day?
Uncanny valley instincts that repulse us all away?
Would we unite or kill ourselves or squabble needlessly?
Could we begin to even start a planned activity?
I’m pretty sure that even if we could, we’d get distracted.
As inspirational ideas through our minds were refracted.
Just like ten crystals making spectrums from a ray of light.
We’d come up with a hundred premises all through the night.
No, one of me can only be. There can be only one.
More than one of me would be too much for anyone.
So just myself. That will suffice. The work is mine to do.
But that’s just me. I’m wondering. Is it the same for you?
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