I cloned myself and now I don’t like me.

If I had a clone…

she’d be in charge of food.

She’d have to do all the meal planning,

coupon clipping, list making,

cooking, and clean up.

She’d look darn good while she was out and about.

She wouldn’t wear yoga pants and t-shirts.

She’d take pride in her work.

She’d smile at everyone. She’d help little old ladies.

She’d be nice to crying toddlers and impatient folks.

She’d let everyone take her favorite parking spot.

Uh, oh. Everyone is going to LOVE my clone.

I detest her. That witch is stealing all my friends.

Ohmygosh, my family even likes her better than me.

Methinks this experiment has taken a horrible, unexpected turn.

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What job would you give to your clone?