Half naked on the shag carpet steps and begging
For a man's ear to hear one last plea of
Youth for youth's sake then the door
Swings shut and we go off to the races.
Hands pulling up the center of the square
And lacing fingers between each thread
As if to pull the hair off a young mother's head.
Trying so hard to be the younger brother you
Never wanted made it easy for you to put
The garbage outside well before the ride
I would take into a living episode of a
Yearlong marathon of Who's The Boss.
Our friendship died a little that day but
I never saw poker in quite the same way.
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