scared at my brothers place
there were scattered toothpicks next to morning brew
where was my brother, garlic-eating gorgeous Drew?
I stood in his flat, and heard something loud on the roof
the back doorknob slowly turned, it was a scary scene
what was happening? An ominous feeling felt mean.
water began running from the sink, hitting a ceramic lamb
was I on a surprise camera? I searched around for a cam.
There was no sign of one; my teeth began to quake.
I left there without a hug, a smile or a pathetic handshake.
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