I Wish I Was Him

I want what he’s got—every piece of it.

I want his fancy picket-fence house. I want his corrupt capitalist job and his stupid mid-life-crisis sports car. I want his designer suits and his gold-digging wife. I want the attention. I want to feel what it’s like when you walk into the room and all eyes land on you.

I want his identity, and I will take it from him.