12. a poem about a rivalry
Honestly
I wish I could say
this state of mind is truth.
But "comparison" is
its own source of ruth.
"I'm out of my league here!"
"How clever she is!"
"Look at that neckline!"
"Why doesn't she freeze?"
It's a constant companion
this jostling for rank.
And I'd rather be better
than worse, to be frank!
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