Persona poem I wrote about my "geeky" brother(from his point of veiw) |
My Brother Kerry No one understands me For I'm the technological type Everyone thinks I'm crazy An inventor unnoticed in life They laugh at my "weird" and "crazy" plans They tell me to clean up my "garbage" (My precious motors, wires, and fans) My sister's a stupid, bothersome, boss And she's rarely any assistance My dad questions "Can it be done?" And my mom keeps her distance When I'm caught up in inventing, something that could change the earth Be quiet, Clean up, Get off the computer A misunderstood genius from birth |