The Brother's Fight
by Me
I must take it as the highest compliment.
That, or total usary, tool manipulation.
She must care for me very deeply,
or not at all.
Saying she never stopped thinking about me,
after all these years!
Ha! I don't beleive that rubbish for a second!
Oh, but if it were only true...
I would be the happiest man on earth.
Could it really be true?
That one like her could love one such as I?
In a pig’s ass and a horse's fart she could,
just using me for a cheap thrill, I'm sure.
Round and round the brothers fought,
Late into the night.
Twisting and turning
neither prevailed
loosing every fight.
Yes, the sun
and No, the moon
entwined about
to crash.
Three more years I have to wait
until my birthday bash.
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