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FOR A BROTHER.
When I was young, there was a song that went,
"I told you that I love you, now get out."
Last night, drunk at my party, you knocked over
the gas grill and blackened swordfish, you lout,
then tried to feel up my neighbor's daughter.
You sick rantallion, you phone at four a.m.
with a new joke, or to brag, or to beg for a loan.
Young, I didn't know what the song meant.
It just seemed funny. Today I am
bone tired fo the crude fraternal weight
of your old bullying, you jackalone,
and sack of black rats' balls, you tank of piss.
And yet I loveyou, and so I must wait
until you're dead before I publish this.
from north american review