G2, G2
You're made of paper - me too
Well, literally, that's untrue
But metaphorically I'm like you

I am just a thin, flat man
In a world of fatter objects
And you are a multifaceted rectangle
Filled with art and other subjects

You are a supplement
Like a bottle of vitamins and minerals
A spaceman might eat
Instead of steak and vegetables

And, like you, I am the alternative
To the big unwieldy main
And the other supplementary parts
People usually leave on the train

But there are points where we differ
I don't do cars for example
No, hang on, I do on reflection
I write about cars all the time
I just can't drive one, that's all
But I definitely don't have a health section

And maybe I'm too busy
Or maybe I'm too thick
But I still can't do your crossword
Even though it's quick

G2, G2
You sound like a robot - me too
When I say "boop bap beep boo"
Like R2D2