an ode to my bro about our olds




Greetings Ross how do you do

just had to write a poem to you

about 23 XXXXXXX road

and stuff you should know

Mum is so full of judgement

blocks love, not heaven sent

dad does try his best

for mum, doesnt meet her tests


Dad is in a no win

i dont like all the suffering

mum doesnt like the truth

she runs away from her uncouth

atmosphere here is well bad

and is making me so sad

my friends olds a carbon copy

happening to EVERY older family


its one thing saying get out

dad out of the house

he sleeps lots of the time

body failing, its a sign

but dad only sleeps constantly

being fed loads of food

not burning any calories


the whole thing needs to change

got no chance at their age

i will honestly do what i can

your brother is a magician


but my van still isnt right

no worries the garage are alright

looking at it again tomorrow

to sidestep my motoring sorrow

Im telling you now i need

a van in my life constantly

custom campers cost too much

and too light to carry loads of stuff

that old ambulance i found

suit everyone down to the ground

fold down steps, plenty of room

decked out, table and loo

electric, table for a brew

but theres another issue too

an income but not from you

im trying to sort stuff down here

so the olds i can be near

I need my computer from home

With certain information

I have an e book income

in between havent a penny

how do i take dad out daily?

I know your under the gun

Im busy making my own luck

I need a sacred site Sunday too

A manifesting ritual to do

Important for future positivity

Only on a new moon: Sunday

I know you can barely believe

Rituals, as old as the trees

Never a battle; dark and light

You have to manage it alright

I did a rite Saturday

To keep away negativity from me

Noone can manufacture energy

Magicians manipulate; banish negativity

Just learnt it of old family

Magicians from wales and normandy

Lived thousands of years ago

Now its a pleasure to know

Credit where credit is due

Im not here for me or you

I could have borrowed money

A while back to get away free

Of all of mums negativity

The sky aint my limit at all

Just the start of me walking tall

Yet another hiiden language code

To disempower dont you know

Im so far down the rabbit hole

My soul the system nearly stole

Too amazing up here

Im not coming out for no one

But when mum finds ink on sheets

And a broken tablet pc

I wont be the favourite son

You, Miska and Roman buckets of love

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