You are better than me, You are quicker than me, You are more intelligent than me, Or is it I? See? I am worse than you at everything that I do. I want a vindaloo, but it is three in the morning, And when I should be snoring, I am wide awake.
Filling another book, look. Itβs twenty something or other; Lost count now. Onto another. Give this one away, canβt be bothered to write it. Poetry is easy. Life is in bits.