Friday, February 5, 2016

I Hate Morty Rossinow

 5 floors down lived the enemy.
 Taller, better looking, faster,
 And vastly superior academically.
 How could I not hate him?

 60 years later I still hear my mother,
 “Look how good Morty is doing,
 Why can’t you be more like him?”
 How could I not hate him?

Did I mention he was more popular?
Oh yes, Morty was a very popular guy.
Do I sound like an escapee
From a Woody Allen monologue?

 Yet, I knew I was smarter than Morty,
 Sort of.
 I prayed to be taller.
 (Before adjustable dental seats
It required 2 New York phone books
To reach a height where the dentist could examine my teeth.)

But not Morty.
6 inches taller then my puny Holocaust-like self,
He could look straight over my head.
How could I not hate him?

Ha! Vengeance comes in many forms.
While he may have persisted in being taller
Morty grew up and became a dentist.

I hate him only occasionally now.

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