Here is a little short story
Of a mans accusatory
tendency toward one other
In a manner rather pother

We will call the first one "Jay"
And call second one "Aye"
Jay was starting to become certain
Aye hid secrets behind closed curtians

Jay says Aye had slept with his girl
Aye told Jay please don't make me earl
This was not truth Jay was confused
Just a fantasy drugs had induced

For a few long months they were head to head
Aye wakes to a text in the middle of the night
Saying I wish you were dead
Reads and gets mad, now he is ready to fight

Aye was upset and jumped in his car
Started towards Jay's house but he didn't get far
Fell asleep at the wheel and he overcorrected
Hits a tree, flipped nine times before being ejected

No seatbelt had been worn
it was the perfect storm
Going eighty in a forty
Should have turned him in to mincemeat

Ruptured discs
broken ribs
Collapsed lungs
But still lived

Jay had felt no remorse
Still suspicious of course
Aye knew the crash was his own fault
He should've put anger to a halt

Now Aye tries only to be kind
And keep Jay's problem his in mind
Hoping one day it'll be again informal
But it has continued to be abnormal

That was a year ago and sad to say
This story is true by the way
Jay still makes false claims about Aye til this day
Here's the worst part I'm Aye, my Uncle is Jay

-Ajm