Mistaken identity

It happened when I couldn't tell two men apart.

I wish I'd known the difference from the start.

I met Joel Osteen on the street one day.

But I thought he was Jerry Seinfeld and I wouldn't go away.

I told him that I loved to see him act with Kramer, George and Elaine.

After I kept following him, he told me that I'm a pain.

He said over and over that he's a preacher on TV.

I said it was great to learn that he can preach as well as do comedy.

When I told him that it was funny when he tried to pull the switch with the roommates, he yelled.

He said "For the last time, I'm not Seinfeld!"

It was a case of mistaken identity.

Osteen eventually got a restraining order against me.

Last week I met Jerry Seinfeld but I thought he was Joel Osteen.

When I told him that he's a good preacher, he caused a scene.

Seinfeld beat me with a crowbar and you should've saw how much I bled.

The doctor said I lost so much blood that I should be dead.

I got in trouble because I couldn't tell the difference between these two men.

If I ever see any other celebrities, I'll never introduce myself again.

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This is a fictional poem

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