I need a doppleganger; how nice it would be,
to have a little clone who’s just like me

It could do all my work, long as the the day,
while I could just go out to shop and play

Although, shed prolly want to occasionally shop too,
and the bank acct would be dry once we were through

It could endlessly listen to me piss and moan,
and eternally gripe in my irritated tone

Of course, Id have to listen to my clone as well,
and would I get a word in edgewise? Its really hard to tell.

BUT… It would never interrupt my endless drivel,
Coz we are the same! And nothing rhymes with drivel…. 

We could talk about all the things that interest me,
and also the things that interest me, and interest me.
(HEY, me rhymes with me dammit)

And I know all the things that would bother myself,
enuff to not do them to… uhhh… myself

Id be into all the things, where I tend to be poured,
there would be no complaints that I am so bored….
no wait… Im sure there will be. Even more than before—d.

To end this bizarre ode Ive written so bold,
dont think the world could handle me two or tenfold.