You Know My Steez

by Gangstarr

This Kid

That witty blond kid, yeah the one
with all the hair and blue eyes
that's my brother. He's excited
sitting there in a blue hospital
gown with his long thin legs
poking right angles under the sterile sheets.
This kid is so ready for his surgery
that will correct his breathing.
He's so amped, that hes tired.
He's so aware of things,
he's drifting off to speed the process
along, to fast forward it all till it's done.
This kid was lecturing me about the
pretentiousness of overusing the word
"post-modern" and the word
"ironic".
This kid was critiquing artists
and famous people in a plasticy
sort of paperback called Cosmo.
I was reading and shivering
but listening in gasps
to the last bits of his analysis.
After a makeshift mocha and a cherry
coca cola, I was reading faster
and feeling better
about the morning as a whole.
I came back twice
from the men's room before we were
called in, for Josiah's "procedure".
He held tough throughout
the whole deal, dealing
with the anticipation like a pro
poker player waiting
to play his hand.