You don’t so much build up my muscles,
rather collect the dust of my dead skin.
Whenever I move in to a new top floor flat
I feel stupid for buying you,
then I remember I’m not the one
with dumb in my name.
God you’re idiots. You could be in
the Guinness Book of Records
for the most pointless set of twins.
At least you have each other.
© Carl Burkitt 2020
