• 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.