Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Sharing Blood

To my favourite tune I sing along
Is he psychic?
He walks in humming the exact song
That's how I know
Me and my bro
Share blood
I fight with the little tyke
For the T.V. remote
Whoa! It's the same channel we like
Did you know
Me and my bro
Share blood.
All set for the jamming party
But to get embarrassed
I notice our identical jeans and tees
It goes to show
Me and my bro
Share blood
Dreaded day at the clinic
What are the results?
O+ve after the needle prick
Now everyone knows
Me and my bro
Share blood

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

both of u r O+? ooooooooo, thats a relly big coincidence. And ur lucky, u have backup incase of an accident or soemthing.........u dont need to search for a blood donor

~ L. Rkn


when language like bubbling streams flow

when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands

when you feel the essence of the poet from within

when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm

when images reel as you read

when pen and paper create a symphony

then, it is poetry