Another Twin

Sometimes I wish that I had another twin But, one who likes to fight, curse, swear and sin, One who isn't married and who loves to chase all the ladies And one who isn't afraid of Hell, by calling it Hades. A twin who likes to cheat and lie and gamble a lot What's wrong with a little indulging, if you're not caught, Though we came from the same branch of the same family tree My twin brother, he is nothing like me. I wish that I had a twin that was a little wicked like that Not, like the one that I have now, the preaching doormat, He is kind and forgiving and proper and prim But, if I had the other, I could blame all my immorality's on him. Randy L. McClave