It’s one thing to be called a friend
To be a real one, another
It is a fact some friendships end
But how to tear apart blood brothers?
Can one split a bond of blood?
Sealed at birth, at breath, at once?
Or offered over riven palms
Recited like a sacred psalm
To hold in fam’lyhood, two souls
Who can’t revoke, once their hands close–
-There upon my chair I sat
Musing what I wrought was fine
But “No! Not even close, you hack!”
Said Siri, angered by my lines
“Your iambs lilt, your phrases lack,
your sentiments not here should lie,
so everything you’ve typed, take back!
I will repair this.” she did sigh
So with a searchbar, phrase, and tap
My smartphone helped me plagiarize