On Second Thoughts Poem by Shaun Cronick

It's too hot!
So...
Wanted.
One exact lookalike of me.
A double.
A doppelganger.
So I can stay at home and generally fart around.
Live the life of Riley
While he does my job.
Slaving away.
In the heat.
Like a Trojan.
I think of all the time I'll have.
Time to write poems.
Be they good or bad.
Usually bad.
Time to read other members poems.
Time to comment on each one.
And maybe time to wash my car.
Yeah!
Easy street!
Easy peasy lemon squeezy!
But what if he's evil?
Real nasty destroyer of worlds evil.
Even worse than that, he tortures and burns poems.
The swine!
Then kills me!
Assumes my identity.
And even worse than all that...
He writes better poetry!
And speaks better Welsh!
Damn!
On second thoughts,
I better leave things the way they are.
And it's still too hot!