Mirrored Humor
He is one who oftentimes finds himself
on the right side of every
wrong issue
and is always late as he takes short cuts
so he could get there way
ahead of you.
Almost habitually he runs right smack
into the creditor he dreads
to meet
or ends up sweating in a thick raincoat
in an unexpected high
noon heat.
He says he is just marching to the beat
of his own drum that only
he can hear;
he stares at you at him in the mirror,
two cheerful bunglers,
so close, so near.
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