Putting Down Black Sorcerer
Why can’t you ever live up to your brother?
Black Sorcerer is begging his half-listening mother.
He is angry that he is always compared to Phat.
It is not his fault that Phat lacked onto a bat
And began a pandemic that is worldwide now
His cousin had thought up the disease mad cow.
Being a sorcerer of distinction, he turned to his mother
Come on, he said. I have to one-up my brother!
What can I do to get father’s attention?
She rolled her eyes; a woman of non-pretension.
You are a sorcerer who wears black for no reason.
Having a conscience has taken you away from this season.
Your uncle is creating wild fires all over the west.
You, son, have quite simply failed the test.
A video gamer, whose sorcery is as silly as church bells.
You might as well give up on sorcery and spells.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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