The Competition

I get to watch his life
and I get to read his words
and all it does is make me
grind my teeth
and clench my fists
because I’m better than he is
and he deserves nothing.

Better motivation
couldn’t be found
unless a gorgeous woman
told me it was
two poems per
fuck of a lifetime.

Alas,
such opportunities don’t come
around all that
often.

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