“Jar Of Jam” By Ross E F Lombardi . A jar of strawberry jam is still jam. No matter what fake label they slap on. They can label it as mustard. They can label it as custard. But it will never be that fake label they stick on. . They can claim it contains the sun. They can say it contains the moon. They can insist it contains all of bitter winter. They can preach it contains all of lovely June. . They can say that I am good. But just as a jar of jam. They can say both me and the jam are both evil, They would still all be wrong. They cannot tell me who I am! . They can call a jar of jam a bike. They can all call a jar of jam a car. They can call a jar of jam whatever they like. But no one can define who you are. . Anyone can call themselves a “Street Hero!” Everyone else can call Anyone a “Jam jar full of poo!” . People can all lie, - All they want. But who you really are? Really? Are all the things you do sight unse