If I were you, and you were me

things would be different, you see

I’d be the one with all the clout

and you would be at my mercy


You’d plead with me to change my mind

I would savour your pain

And pityingly, I would say …

no, wait, let’s start again


I’m not you and you’re not me

and that’s why things will be right

because I’ll never treat a living soul

how you served me the other night.

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