My Second Family Sonnet
Sometimes I wonder now I’m here at Drake
If I should talk to you or write you off
The one who made my fists begin to shake
The one who suffers from the sin of sloth
Plus the woman who made you what you are
The brother that covers you up so well
To talk to you would surely set the bar
But should I do that? Only time will tell
I do talk to you though the time is short
And so are your questions brief and mundane
My answers are of course the hurried sort
Though know this you cause me no sort of pain
I know you do not want to talk to me
But I have something you do not, dignity.
