Member Poem

Better Luck Next Time

I had to kill my evil twin,

you see, in this universe my wife

was still alive.

The other me had to go,

his wife, mine, deserved one who'd appreciate

those little differences:

her pleasant demeanor, eagerness 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.