He has red hair
Sometimes he sits next to me
In class
His laugh is loud and clear
He sucks at lacrosse
He can be anything they ask him to be
A liar, a beggar, a cheat
A kind boy with sparkles that dance in his eyes
His name is simple short, yet sophisticated long
He knows my mother
And never forgets to remind me
That, compared to her, I am Satan
When I smile at him, he smiles back
With that goofy, wide crescent moon
He knows everything about technology
Except how to get the goddamn speakers to work
He is one of my best friends
Even if he doesn't realize it
