Somehow The Little Bastard Knew I Saw Fifty Years Out

He picked his nose and ate it.

Drank juice straight from the carton.

Wanted what he wanted when he wanted it.

Nothing he wouldn’t fart on.

He howled the deep cries of the tortured.

Tears he would flow like pee.

Snot manufactured by the liter.

Outdoors he’d try to pee upon me.

But that fire in his eyes.

That “No!” without disguise.

I was ten times buddy’s size

But he would not give…

There was no “Uncle!” in his head.

We were fighting til one dead.

I imagined that he said

Ima wait you out, old man.

You’re an old time also ran.

Time had come for my new plan

To set us free.

Because I’m three. (Eric)