Brother oh annoying brother
tomorrow your gone,
grown up to plunder
amung the college fools
Brother oh annoying brother
your life begins,
and night, no slumber
as you bask in the glow
of two monitors
in a dorm room
to call half your own
Brother oh annoying brother,
no longer with us you will wander
around upstairs so late at night
forcing me to bed, just out of spite
and though I’ll miss your presence
your inside jokes
the good side of you
I’ll miss the most
but good riddence to you
and good luck with life
I hope to see you
once or twice
sometime next year
good luck, no fear,
your little sister
Tanya dear
I write bad poetry for my own amusement. Alex leaves tomorrow.
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