I can be split into many small pieces, each with a different role
Y’all can pick whichever you like, halve me or take me whole
Chat with one, vent to the other, trade in art and change my mind
And I’ll gather up some pieces of y’all and treat you all in kind
There’s always someone to take the rest if you don’t want much of me
I split myself into pieces to account for cases like these
Different people love different things, and I think that’s fine
For I’ve now got dozens of friends and comrades ‘til the end of time