You stare before you
and see a funhouse mirror image. 
A handsomer, taller,
more talenteder and stronger funhouse mirror image. 
Only, upon reflection (ha ha)
maybe you’re the reflection
and he’s the original,
what with he being the better at everything
far as you can see. 

His smile shines brighter
his teeth seem whiter
his armor seems knighter,
it all just comes together on him
in a way it never does for you,
like he’s a master version
and you’re just a bad rip off,
a pale reflection. 

Who wants a third generation
when the prime material is available?
The cheap.
The weak.
The weird. 
But there’s no accounting for taste. 
If someone cares to make the stupid choice
and pick you over the obviously superior other…
who are you to judge?

Nobody.