Dear... · Family · Poems · poetry · writing

Dear Brother,

Once I leave to college, will my brother finally be thankful for me?

For my existence is more than what he thinks? Whoopee.

How his clothes doesn’t just magically wash itself,

nor is there little elf’s.

Would he now notice that his room doesn’t just enchantingly become clean,

by the way next time throw out your chow mein.

Who will drive you places when our beloved parents are now at work?

Nobody will and now you have no choice but to do homework.

Although I dislike you for never thanking me,

I will always love you and that is a guarantee.

No matter the distance or the uncleanness,

I will always be here for you and your ugliness.


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