one is red and one is blue (no political affiliation).
one reads Kafka and one chops wood
with my father on the weekend.
one drinks overly priced beer with
good friends and the other guzzles
cheap whiskey in his room alone.
they both like wrestling
and they both love pretty girls.
only one forgets his mother
but I'm unsure which.
I don't know if they'll ever meet,
maybe at the hand of their makers
where they'll argue whether to
sail or dog paddle home.
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