Neatnik and the Beatnik

jay is different than he has ever been a neatnik of course, and he is my twin. whereas I am a beatnik, messy and thin. he is a cleaner, a duster, no dirt on his chin. I am slovenly, a messy hoarder, a collector, a slob. my dungarees are usually filthy, rolled up in a glob. no one is dirtier than I except maybe our uncle Bob. bob eats like a hog sloppy buttery corn on a cob. my brother’s cleanliness is annoying; it gets in my way. he is way too serious, always cleaning, never has time to play. his skin is sun-deprived, he stays inside to wash down the fray. a beatnik, I am the exact opposite of my neatnik brother, Jay.