My Brother Poem by Justin Reamer

I notice a man walking
With a swagger
And a keen look in his eye
And a smirk as long as a banana,
With a sense of extreme pride
And pomposity about him
That he is ready to take on the world,
With his egoism leading the way.

This man sees some ladies walking past him,
All very beautiful,
All what he calls 'hot, '
With long legs,
A young physique,
'Youth' and 'freshness, '
Fabulous clothes,
Tight leggings,
Skirts that covered their legs,
Tight tank-tops,
Long hair,
And a teenage personage,
All to make this man
Become puerile and
Exhilarated with delight.

He goes over and greets them,
And they greet him,
And he begins to talk,
And they talk to him,
And they flirt
And tease
And converse with pleasure,
But all this man wants to do
Is fornicate as soon as possible.
And that he will do,
For he always gets his way.

This man is my brother,
Whom I lived with for 16 years,
Knowing him inside and out,
And knowing how he acts.
I know his thoughts,
His language, his actions,
His intentions, his dialect,
His lingo, his logo,
His 'style, ' his 'swag, '
His physiognomy,
And everything.
He does not surprise me any more.

My brother is pompous,
Thinking he is better than everyone else;
He is proud and greedy,
Ambitious at that,
Getting whatever he wants,
Apathetic to others' needs,
And committing actions with no remorse
Or guilt or regret.
He is selfish and self-centred,
And cares not for anyone else,
And he goes about getting women,
And ditching them around the block.
His lust is great,
For it feeds his greed,
And envy makes it even stronger.
He knows how to play the game,
For love means nothing to him,
And humanity is just a ball to throw.

From his physiognomy,
One can tell his characteristics.
He has brown hair, which is long
And straight and combed,
But it shines,
As if some sort of veneer covered the evil within.
His brown beady eyes
Were ratlike,
Almost weasel-like,
Which showed his shrewd capabilities,
And his mastery of trickery,
His abilities of bribery,
His cleverness that eluded others,
And confounded the most brilliant philosophers,
Psychiatrists, and psychologists,
And his never-ending quest for power.
His smirk is twisted,
Like that of a weasel,
Implying he has a sort of con-artist
Idea to him,
The smuggler of smugglers,
The larcenist of thieves,
The man who knows the rip-off,
The ultimate deceiver,
The Lord of the Lies,
The cruel torturer,
The phisher of hackers,
And so much more.

He is a man of many talents,
Including many crimes,
Such as hacking and phishing,
Mail fraud and larceny,
Arson and assault,
Trickery and deceit,
Smugglery and burglary,
Assault and battery,
Treachery and pyromania,
Betrayal and theft,
Manslaughter and murder.
He is the ultimate con,
And he uses his mastermind
To use his wit well.

He is cruel and angry,
Mean and selfish,
Insulting and condescending,
Demeaning and impertinent,
And malevolent and malicious.
He knows no bounds,
And he creeps in the night,
Ready to steal and to kill,
And to slip away unscathed.

Yet, my brother has his good sides,
For he can be very kind,
And he can be very caring,
And selfless when he wants to be,
But he is capricious and malicious,
And we will never know,
What his intentions are
Because he is quite clever
And will trick us out of our wits.