When am I?
I know WHERE I am. I’m home. I’m in Pennsylvania…on Earth.
I know HOW I am. I’m well, than you very much.
I Know WHAT I am.
I’m many things all at once. I’m old. I’m fat. I’m obnoxious. I’m the lesbian lover of Lady Florentine DuBois. (You think not?…prove it.)
I even Know WHY I am. Because my daddy’s plumbing was in excellent working order.
But I’m having trouble figuring WHEN I am. Because as soon as I think I know…it changes to when I was and then I AM somewhen else and I’m not then anymore.
Oh my, but it’s all so confusing.