My Brother Jeff...The Poet

If you think I'm a good writer, you should read some of the stuff that comes out of my brother's mind.

Here's a little something he wrote yesterday in a split second. I was sitting in a mall food court, laughing my head off! So what if the people around me think I'm strange...I am.

I had asked him what he wanted for his birthday...he said a Home Depot gift card...I said Lowe's is better...he said...

I knows

But we have no lowes

Home Depot bloes

It's staffed by hoes

They wear crappy clothes

They can't even count on their toes

It's not the one I chose

I would sooner turn up my nose,

But since it is clear from my prose,

that it is the only one in the phone book that shows,

I goes.