My Favorite Bro

I look, I stare, I wince. Your face is sad.

Your mouth is closed, your eyes won't look at me.

You've got a dead fall mom and default dad

That watch you when you fall from coffee tree.

You've lacked a steady income for some time.

The money you obtain's from empty air.

And yet you manage somehow to get by

By spending most your funds on food and flair.

There's tons of things about you that I bet

I am completely unaware; a scourge.

I could not make a mixed cassette for you.

If it comes off this way, I beg for purge.

You offer so much more than can know.

And for these reasons, you're my favorite bro.