You're supposed to be the smart one;

all the potential in the world.

But what good is the potential to get things done?

When you won't let it be unfurled.

At home, I hear the clicking;

you cursing at your screen.

It's the virtual world you're picking.

Behind your door you remain unseen.

Your artwork goes extinct;

your mind underused.

What a brain to be left unthinking.

What a life to be abused.

I just want my brother back;

the way we used to be.

Before the allure of cords and extension packs

took you away from me.