I, Ro

 

get a life, you tell me

but I want to parse my life

disambiguate it

not like you

(my costar!)

you

run on a parallel track

you don't poke along

whistling show tunes

whirring through your conundrums

you tackle the day

like it's your last chance to forget

whereas I have no memories

to speak of

no morning symphonies

or cries from the savannah

my track record's up front, out there

for all to see

including you

who invented me