If I were to meet any of the alternate reality me’s
I’d probably fall into hate pretty quickly.
Sarcastic, entitled, and curt?
I doubt very much that we’d get along.

Of course, it’s possible
that an alternate me might have changed
in dramatic and important ways.
What if I was nurtured less
and had to work more growing up
so as not to be the brat I was and am?
Would I like me more if faced with that prospect?
Perhaps.

Or if someone ever taught me
that it’s better to be silent and thought a fool
than to speak and remove all doubt.
Then, all the allegedly “ironic” words I utter
that don’t mean shit
would probably not annoy me so much
when I would hear them for the first time.
God, why must I pester myself so?
Why can’t I just shut up?

Yeah, it’s conceivable
that a change in the possibilities in the multiverse
might update my personality a mite
and leave me better off
so if a tear in the fabric of reality were to occur
and we should meet each other,
that different me could be more palatable than I suspect.

I sure hope so,
‘cause regular me’s a dick.