Ten thousand years have not a hero seen
Like my attorney (best in city hall).
My hero brags a sculpted form pristine
Which athletes envy – others stand in awe.
His mind is even more impressive still;
No man on Earth’s cognition rivals his.
My lawyer charges perps in court until
He leaves to tend his bookshop. Nothing is
Impossible for him. But me, I fail
At everything I do, and still I try,
Evading pain, and loathe to see travail,
Avoiding struggle, shunning truth for lie.
The bookstore owner’s just what could have been.
I killed him day by day and way back when.