I worry.

I worry about my brother because

He’s taken to writing poetry

After his girlfriend took off.

I worry about my brother because

He’s based so far away

For uni and his job.

I worry about my brother because

I don’t think mother fuckers understand him

The way he ought to be understood.

I worry about my brother because

Dark places are easy to get lost in

And all her bullshit just cost him.

I worry about my brother because

He’s my fucking brother.

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