Doppelganger

Empty as a Halloween pumpkin Flat as a punctured tire I note myself on the screen In a t-shirt with Messiah I almost said howdy mate But next second I realized He doesn’t care of my fate Though he won’t be at all surprised To meet his doppelganger He’d probably buy me a drink He’d look from a different angle On every subject I link Eventually I would see That he’s not like me at all “Thanks for the wine and tea, I’d say, “now its time to go”.