At birth I was given a name

Like my father’s, exactly the same

Soon it was my quest

Since I thought it was best

To emulate him in every way

My brother was ever so cool

Next to him I just looked like a fool

So I copied his swagger

(Not to be a bragger

But with him I felt like I ruled!)

And my best friend was Penelope

Who was clever as clever can be

I would jot down her answers

A performance enhancer

That aced quizzes effortlessly

My boss at my very first job

Thought that I was a lazy fat slob

So I changed all my habits

Like monks and their Abbot

To indulge that old tight fisted hog

I soon fell for a pretty young lady

We were wed on a hill, cool and shady

But I worried that she

Wasn’t impressed by me

So I made up a new me for safety

And even when I was the boss

I found myself still at a loss

Those who were below

Knew things I didn’t know

Which turned me quite irksome and cross

Til one day I shook off the fuzz

Stepped away from the hustle and buzz

I looked in the mirror

And I could see clearer

I had no idea who I was

Now I’m nearing the end of my life

And this thought fills my weak heart with strife

Am I only a con

Who can never move on

To the sweet release of afterlife?