Undesided Friends

A poem of irony.

There is a wonder as to how we're friends
You're full of jokes
And breathe out smoke
I stand up tall
Even if I'm small
You have no smarts
Not even a kind heart

I am the smartest thing
With an angelic voice when I sing
But you are the slowest reader
Don't even know how long's a meter

Then again,
We are still friends
How is it that we are friends?
You smile down at me and say,
"It's because we are twins."