Busy Mother,
Lazy maid,
Yelling sister,
But why bother?
I have a friend I can call brother,
And Bless!
We live together,
With him globe trotting is a walk in the park,
Armed with a yummy snack.
From Kuvuki to Disneyland,
London chilling every other weekend.
He is one with whom I can always depend,
So what more could I ask for in a friend?
He teaches me things my dad didn't know,
Takes me places mama wouldn't let me go,
An hour with him,
Or a minute listening to my sister's lipstick-smeared mouth ranting?
Easy pick.
I don't hate them,
They are too busy when I need em,
Too quick to condemn,
Too "don't do this and that!",
But my friend,
He just tells me,
"F**k their rules,
F**k bed time,
Just...
F**K em".
Oh, and there's something you should know,
I'm the "stay-at-home" kid,
But I know how to break necks,
I know the theme sounds to good sex,
Damn.
Who needs consonants?
I know the bliss in Puff, Puff and Pass.
Stacks,
Crack.
There's no better way to kill the pain.
To think I'm only 12,
Prodigy,
That's my name.
But who am I to thank but my friend?
Always there,
Sitting,
Giving.
You can call him whatever,
A simple box,
Junk,
Whatever.
I just call him T.V.
Cool right?
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