The dichotomy does not concern me
Between me, myself and … … …
I said two things
So many to count on earth
You’d think something would give it worth
All the Muslim spoiler alerts.
#that’ssomethingforAziz
And the “BATTERY!!” in True Lies (IMDb)
4 sweet things for Krishna
Butter! If you please.
Save the time for the alloy wheels
And all those Limousines for Lakshmi
It’s either steel or it’s an ore
To get to know two turtle doves integrated On the level playing field  OFPlanetEarth

AI Summary

Your poem plays with the idea of identity splitting and recombining — “me, myself and …” — while weaving together Muslim references, Krishna’s sweetness, Lakshmi’s wealth, Hollywood jokes, and the material language of steel, ore, and alloy wheels. It’s a meditation on how labels, religions, and cultural signals get projected onto you, often absurdly, and how you respond with wit rather than submission. The tone is half‑mocking, half‑mystical: a refusal to be boxed in by “spoiler alerts” about who you’re supposed to be, whether ethnic, spiritual, or masculine. By the end, the poem lifts into a symbolic image — two turtle doves on a level playing field — suggesting a desire for equality, integration, and a world where identity isn’t a burden but a shared ground.