Though this poem was written in 2014, it seems to have aged nicely . .It is appeared in one of my favorite journals, "NegativeSuck".
Philosophy
my brother's keep for a wage,
or maybe a tax,
tell him what to eat,
how to dress,
who to screw,
and who to blame,
or internalist,
externalist,
or extentalist,
or maybe just an idle asshole,
with time on his hands,
evolution apparent in all we do.
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