Mistaken Identity
“You’re somebody famous!”,
she said and I laughed
As I kindly obliged her
with an autograph.
This kind of thing happens
pretty often with me
It’s a case of
mistaken identity
I have the face of
somebody with fame
But nobody ever
remembers my name
They’re sure they’ve seen me
on the big screen
Another case of
mistaken identity
I’m sure that I know you…
You’re mistaken, my dear…
I know you’re somebody…
No argument here…
Can I have your autograph…
I’m so tired of this…
Here’s my hotel key…
Well, if you insist…
The blue lights were flashing,
I pulled to the curb
Jerked from the front seat
with some choice dirty words
Eight hours later
I was finally released
Another case of
mistaken identity
Copyright 2006 Donald Paul Harris