As brothers not friends.

   "don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?"
                                                     -Jack Kerouac


It's really funny watching them both
                                     walk down the street together.
My opinions are that of projection, resistance, and overuse of
                  the middle finger.
"so what?" you say.
 Making me seem so goddamn over the top melodramatic.
 "Well?" you continue.
  You will be left disappointed because I am tired of honesty.
What I need to say is ironically not so passive aggressive.
  Drowning in the tears of the absurd.
Twisted and calculating, I don't want any more responsibility.
 Let me die in front of a typewriter to drunk to remember what I wrote.
Too stoned to worry about brain damage.
  So full of bullshit my poems quit reading like prose.
So ashamed I learn self-control.
  But, let it be clear when I am dead.
 I resisted myself to the very end.
  Remembering that time you put a gun to my head.
saying, "let's play a game as brothers not friends."