I buried my brother today
In the cold and dusty dirt and clay
A simple man he were indeed
But beware the drink he did not heed
And as those empty bottles lay
So does my brother now this day
But something foul and strange occurred
In the coming days I lay perturbed
By how my sweet brother in death's stead
Actually wasn't entirely dead.
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RandomA mess of stuff that won't fit elsewhere. Some are pretty absurdist, no direct continuity unless stated (doubtful on that, these are meant to be one-off poems/stories). I like to explore different styles of writing in small works like this, so some...
