A poem to Max, and Daniel

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People this is a simple joke! Whatever is said in this poem isn't really meant or is true in any ways. My friends Daniel and Max are epic friends!

It began with an end.
Calmly walking.
Brought from the principal
to this kid with this
British accent.

Hi. Like that.
He was audacious
to be friends with me
though I conscientiously
warned him.

He took the risk.
I was prudent to not
say anything, and so I did.

End of English class,
this Brazilian guy comes to
me and says: Ya like video games?
Of course I said, in a serene matter.

We were embarking  in a new friendship.
We sat in a table in lunch.
Nobody else, so we rebuked
each others taste of foods.

They both pilfered some parts of
my life.

As better friends we became, they
started to annoy me.
I thought they were dumb
now.

They even started spoiling things.
As, I would eat they would mutiny
my request to not tell the teacher lies
about me.

They always insult me.
I try to be nice, but they wont
let me. But they had no inkling
that one day I would be mad

Whenever I am talking to Brandon they
interrupt me, and start insulting, and rankle
me, and spoil Dexter season five,
I feel like punching them.

One day I will not tolerate
it and our so called friendship
will be ended, and I can crack their faces,
Boom Bang!

Flunked

Covered, cloudy
Walking on snow
on the mission

to visit his teacher.
Coat off, asking to see
if he is better

Walking in the room
with disgust.
He has a seat in the bed
hard as a rock.

He made him take
his essay
and read it a
thousand times
which made him abhor

For crying out loud stop.
He thought.
How could he break
it up to his teacher though?

The Egyptians weren't
interesting enough, a thing
that caused him to be flunked

Interested, interested
asking for his opinion
on his life

Three schools
cracked. Doesn't
he feel any concern
about his future?

Trying to make him
think about his future
but that made him despondent

I am trying to help.
I am trying to help you
He said

He knew he wanted
to help but then
he had to go

to the gym,
leaving him with the words
"Don't worry about me".

"Good luck". He yelled.
And there goes another lie,
one by one.

Poetry Friday

                                                                   

MY BROTHER
Is a devil
My brother is a police officer
My brother is a clock

My brother is hell
brought upon earth
My brother is a minion
But he can't find a
team to build a fortress

My brother is a snake
with a special venom
My brother is a song without lyrics
and as a fisherman without sea
brought upon misery

My brother is the god of war
Who drove joy under surveillance

My brother is a guitar
My brother is a assassin
who's creed is to bleed

My brother is medal of honor
My brother is a AK-47
who exterminates joy

My brother is a desert
, a oasis, a borderland

He is war
who taught me
to be cold.

Because of him
the kids don't
own a map

Because of my
brother I am
what I am