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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