There are statistics kept,
That conflict with known truth.
And discovered facts.
What would be the reason,
For the purpose of anyone doing that?
'Why would you ask 'me' such a question? '
You seem not to notice or care what is popular.
And yet you say you are competitive.
'I am.'
With who or what?
'Myself.'
What about the others?
'The others? '
Yes.
The others.
'OH.
I have had multiple experiences.
So diverse and different.
Whew!
You had me worried for a moment.'
Why?
'I thought you were referring to other people.
And I admit through my growth process,
It may seem as if...
I am in a competition with 'them'.'
And...
You're not?
'It's enough competing with myself.
Why would I want to invite,
That kind of confusion? '
But...
What about your popularity?
And how you are rated?
'By who? '
Forget it.
What difference would it make?
'For me?
None.
However...
If you want me to pretend,
You and I are in competition...
We can.
When do you want to begin? '
Forget it.
What difference would it make?
'Hey...
Are we on a candid camera?
You picked a wrong day.
How about tomorrow? '
Forget it.
What difference would it make?
'Okay.
Geeeesssh.
I'll forget the difference it would make.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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