Ramblings At 3am

Poem By Brandi Young

It's almost 3 in the morning.
I haven't gone it sleep yet.
I've been listening to slam poetry for 4 hours now.
Don't ask me why,
Cause frankly I don't know.
Why don't you ask your sister.

I had to quickly use the potty
That's when these words came to my mind.
It's a little fucked up world in my head,
Although it's not much crazier then 911.
This may not make any sense to you,
Probably not even me in the morning.

Well sorry to cut this short,
But I gotta go.
Stop writing this poem,
Cause my baby brother is waking up.

I don't know where this is going,
But why don't you ask your sister?
If you don't have a sister,
Then ask your brother.

If you don't have a brother,
Then your probably one of them spoiled only child bitches,
But that's okay.
You can't help it!

Brandi Young
8-16-06

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