Doubly Doubtful
If I hold one mirror to another,
how many times will it double my image
before I get sick
and decide to end everything?
My guess is enough times to carry me
well into my late 30's;
if I keep it up that long,
you better believe I'll be ringing doorbells
and asking for a reward.
No man should be made to live a life
that he himself would trade away in a heartbeat
for a new set of mirrors
and a hammer.
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