David Allen writes

POOR BASTARD 

I felt good yesterday
until someone started
talking about an alternate
world that balances
ours, creating order
in the universe.
This other Earth
is our opposite –
when we’re warm, it’s cold;
when we’re warring
it has peace.
The scales balance.
So, I thought, then
there’d be some David
over there who is
rich and healthy.
And I started to envy him,
‘til I figured, hell, he’s,
also unhappy,
hopelessly lonely,
loveless.

I felt sorry for him
and then walked off
down the street,
my step a little lighter,
my future looking brighter.

Poor bastard