So I randomly came up with this poem while trying to write a sonnet for my poetry class:
He beats me up,
Puts me down,
Picks me up,
Then makes me frown.
He makes me laugh,
Makes me cry,
Gives me half,
Then makes me want to die.
He's my hero,
My greatest foe,
I'm nothing but a zero,
Compared to my big bro.
I'm not exactly sure why I've been thinking about my brother lately, but this is the result. Also, I'm not done talking about yesterday's subject and plan to continue discussing it when I have the time to give it a proper treatment.
P.S. 4 days until brawl.
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