My Little Big A**hole
The one thing I could never dare to depart,
A friend, a love, and a brother that is true to my heart.
Throw my gadgets and gizmos far down to the trolls,
Because I could not live without my Little Big A**hole.
He is smart, and kind, and even sometimes a tool,
But his style, his grace, and presence are very cool.
There are days I just wish I could choke him to God!
Although it doesn't faze me given back, I just grin and nod.
My phone, it’s worthless
His laugh, miraculous
Watching sports is such a waste
When his repeated birthday song is better than any channel taste.
If asked this question to him on any given day
I know my name is something he wouldn't say.
He would probably say music, his phone, or his man on the list at the top
But my answer will still stay the same and it won’t be chopped.
He is that one beautiful jerk-face I would be chained to whole,
For I, could not live without my Little Big A**hole.
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