Shit rant poems

Christmas Presents

Now we're of age

Now that we're

Big and old

And pretend

That we're so strong

And rich

We buy presents

For each other

And everyone

Extravagantly

And now that we're so big

Yet still young

And seem so close

Family is the main thing

In our hearts

Because

Of how we're all changing

And how

We could lose it all

Now that we're

Deceiving of the big and small

And seemingly fine to the tall

We buy gifts

And our own wrapping paper too

And

Even though we share tape

Us

The string siblings

The trio

Of big ones

And the four

As all

Somehow now
Race

&

Beat

Our parents
And relatives

The ones
Overseas

To under the tree

To stack gifts

Sometimes terribly wrapped

Mostly by me

Sometimes homemade

By the littlest one

Some that will be

Forever extra

By the oldest one

And

Some

Forever humble

From the big string

Skinny
And successful one

But we just just call him the boy one

And together

We're

Oh so smart

And collected

But mostly

Just ballsy

And proud

The way mostly siblings are

And just doing

What we do

For family

The ones that aren't there

And the ones we won't let

Because they don't deserve us

Any of us

Together or not

And they certainly

Won't get us

The family

Racing to the Christmas tree

Always to add

Like we'll never take away