we see you're hard at work
always thinking about the future
always striving for the ideal
we look forward to you
there is strength in your stubbornness
as annoying as that is
we still admire you
for 6'3' your only physical fault
are large holes for a nose
us shorter people can see right up there
like mt. rushmore but
we still like you
you got dreams weaved in the seams of your brain
an entire society running rampant on celluloid roads.
you got ideas for the world's all important i-self
but understand that some games may require assembly.
my brother is chasing elusive tiger kills in bangladesh.
i'm waving down cobwebs in a dark room.
i still love the guy and his couch.
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