Poetry Friday: My (Annoying) Brother

Poetry Friday

My (Annoying) Brother

Is annoying,
Fun,
Mean,
And kind.
Simultaneously.

Whether he is shouting,
Because he wants a can of coke.
Or giggling,
Because he has one.

Whether he is walking,
To the fridge most likely,
Or running,
To punch me in the face.

Whether he is moaning,
Which is most of the time,
Or eating bread from Pan y Canela,
Which is what he was probably moaning about in the first place.

Whether he is being likeable,
A rare occasion,
Or accusing Jacob of being a liar,
Nine times out of ten being right.

Whether he is saying something interesting,
Another rare occasion,
Or threatening to kill me
If I take the front seat on Space Mountain…Long story.

Whether he is interrupting me while watching Dexter,
Not a good thing to do,
Or doing the smart thing,
And leaving me alone.

Whether he is watching T.V.
A regular day-to-day thing,
Or shouting at me,
Telling me that Silly Bandz are for boys.

Whether he is good,
Or bad,.
I am stuck with him,
Even if I don’t want to be,
Because he is my brother,
And will always be my brother.

He is the silver lining in a black cloud,
And the black cloud containing a silver lining.

He is water in a hot desert,
He is a hot desert containing water.

He is an episode of Dexter after a long day
…I cant really turn that one around.

He looks like a (less stupid) Justin Bieber.

He sounds like a morning breeze.

He smells like Taylor Swift’s voice
…which is a bad thing.

He feels warm and caring,
He feels cold and hateful.

He is my brother
(*Insert sigh of sadness*)