We, Us, Family…

Our connection is as sturdy as they come,

and the drum we strike is deafening to some.

We are proud of one another,

yet inside we harbor ill will toward each other.

However slight it may be, it is there to see.

Like how we do favors,

they could be grand or simple labors,

but a sincere “thank you” feels more awkward

than a “thank you, bitch.” Our hearts are coppered.

Or when we come together and hope for better,

we cannot help but be belligerent.

Through this toxic communication, we must circumvent.

Lest the hand of Lucy forever hold us tightly,

and never allow for us to stand with the Mighty.

Cast away your old habitual ways, O ritual strays.

In the end, is not family just the same?

The end. Leave none to blame,

but holster one another high in the clouds!

He doth loveth when obscurity no longer shrouds

the fogged minds of his creation. Vacation, temptation.

Family, O spectacular family,

heed my plea and learn from history.

The garden awaits only the reconciled,

so rise up from relationships so wild.

I sincerely thank thee, let there be heaven and glee.

-Sir Contra