Sancho Panza

Sancho Panza, this is me

I’m your Sancho Panza.

I get along, I know my ground.

With me around, there’s room for you to be amazing.

I’m the one they don’t remember.

Were you in our school? they say.

I get asked about my name again:

Panza, Panza, Panza

Around the boulevards we walk,

the sun is always on your face,

and I am always in your shade,

and I am always the funny one,

how I hate being the funny one,

I never chose to be her, it strikes me as unfair.

And people at our feet to be with us.

Such a small comfort l’m so used to this it turned me

creative.