My brother sits down,
Watching,
Whispering,
“NICE PASS”
Mumbling to himself,
Talking,
Teasing,
“I HOPE THEY WIN”
His low voice creeps into my ear,
Trying to watch the football game,
I´m concentrating.
The voice,
Makes me angry,
My football team makes a mistake,
“I THINK THEY ARE GOING TO LOSE,”
That little voice,
Says,
Suddently it bothers me.
I push him out of my room,
And continue watching my game.
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