Like two peas in a pod,
one of them me and the other
is me, but how odd,
I don't think like him,
I try to trim off the fat,
he doesn't like that and
he's critical, politically correct,
direct and outspoken.
But I have woken from nightmares like this,
many times I have broken the backs of
a problem,
how many peas in a pod if one of them's odd?
odd that it's me that I see
when I look,
the two of us took the pledge,
odder indeed that he jumped and I stayed
on the edge,
but the edge is a portal for this
mere mortal to shine through,
two
peas in a pod
how odd.