To my own - unnamed nemisis

Envy. That old ugly dog comes wandering around my door again-
And although I shout for it to leave
it has curled up at my feet.

And as much as I recoil at the smell of wet fur and rotten breath-
I nurse the mutt, scratching behind its ears.

Such a waste of energy. I know.
But still, it is easier to feed it than it is to chase it away.

Your name isn't up in lights yet-
I know, I've googled you-

My name- generic as it is,
is everywhere- but not my face
or my words

just a thousand other "me"s
struggling to be the one that makes the name ring familiar.

It's not the fame I'm after-
I just want to catch a ride into the future
before you

But instead I give the dog a bone.