Is this a limerick?
I found it over in the Nemerov can.
Odds are there is another you; like you
in every way except that he does scotch
and you the gin, and unlike you he flew
the coup and is content to sit watch
just like before (you know the time) her scream
(such days, back then) beneath the music's din.
You held her down (to cheer you on he left his seat)
reflect on what might be if chance had been
dealt differenty. You could do time as twins.
Now live, you demonstrate that same man kind
in ways we understand. Defend your sins
to your familiars, "Lies!". They’ll talk and find
– as a mirror slowly sings before their eyes –
a shared affection for possession, “Mine".
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