My brother hasn’t read any of my poems,
I won’t tell him the address coz they’re all about sex,
Well not all – but a lot,
And they’re confessional a lot of the time.
“Why would anyone want to read about your headaches?”
“They’re not all about headaches.”
“Back aches then, neck aches – are you branching out into feeling cold?”
I do say I’m cold a lot to be fair.