So much in common

We have so much in common! Yes, I swear!
You wear clothes — and that’s exactly what I wear!
You’re speaking English, that’s my language too!
Though I am just a human — so are you!
We both possess a great amount of wit
And both use toilet paper when we take a shit
My eyes can see you, and your eyes see me
Our meeting, was it meant to be?

We’re sometimes working, both of us
Sometimes our cars break and we take a bus
Oh, you don’t have a car? Neither did I
Before I bought one, you should buy!
Or maybe I could sell, but either way
We’re growing samer every day
We’re like two drops of water, you and I:
I say hello, you say goodbye!

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Sentimental crap

Pretend you’re an owl
Gliding in the starry sky
Hunting for little mice
As you hoot your battle cry
Eyes fixated on a target
You prostrate your deadly claws
Like a jouster on his wings
You strike! It has no flaws
Triumphant, you return
And close your eyes to morning grey
Stuck inside your pointy beak
The remains of tasty prey

Isn’t it better to be a human
And avoid that sentimental crap?
That’s what I was supposed to say
But I fell into my own trap
The stunning image of the owl
Now so vivid in my head
I thought I was writing the poem
But it wrote me instead

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