Mike
by dan ankers
Hardest working guy I know
Remember legos, now you know
This guy is here to build it’s true
He loves to play and pick from parts
he loves the minute smaller arts
He’s intricate and wound real tight
He loves to push through; work at night
He’s not afraid; he’d rather prosper
He won’t be told, he’s just another
man
My brother Mike breaks through
Every Fucking time
With the Genius Power of his
Czwalina/Ankers complex mind
He is my hero and I love him with my heart
remember all the times when
he was building
I was breaking something
Out in the woods
I cared not for
the type
or the color of the thing that I smashed
so long as the
explosions of glass
were vast and I didn't end up in a cast
while Mike was somewhere building, always building
with a million nails, perilous nails
I was off somewhere next to the river
just torturing snails
I love that guy with a hand that pours forth like wine
he is so fucking funny, he makes us both laugh every time
It’s as if God said, I want to make two dudes, who are nothing like each other and put them both in a room and then boom
lets just see what they could do
I barely approve