Better Luck Next Time
I had to kill my evil twin
you see, in this universe my wife
was not struck
by that late-night speeding drunk.
That other me had to go,
she deserved one who'd appreciate
those little differences:
this she agreeable, eager to please,
a welcome change;
but she still leaves off the toothpaste cap,
the dishes languish in the pan,
certain things she will not do...
so I'm thinking there's another she
a world away,
and needing rescue
from a lesser me,
another evil
twin
end
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