Boundless Fighting

Always, always, he’s having a fit,

In perfect symphony, it’s a battle of our wits.

No matter how hard the elders try,

Until the sun goes black and hedgehogs fly,

Until astronauts turn evil and stereotypes die,

We, sworn enemies, will never surrender.

 

Each time either of us stumbles in our war,

The other cheers in victory, marking the score,

But this is a battle of pure power and pride,

If even an inch ahead does he stride,

(And this one time does our thinking coincide)

I will meet him, step for step.

 

I must once again impress the power of my hate

And this battle in which the feelings conjugate.

They form a magical, writhing, little ball,

Which upon my rival shall fall,

To desecrate him to the point of a wailing call.

Or so I wish in the depths of my mind.

 

One versus the other, a typical day after day,

Squabbling and hissing, we just like to bray

How we are better, they are worse.

After each insult, in agony we curse,

“Why, oh why, each time we converse,

The other is always out to get me?”

 

Let me tell you the reason, but there’ll be a fee,

Tell me a way so the winning team shall be me,

The protagonist, beating the foe hated so much.

As for what he is to me, this is but a touch,

Science and destiny, call it red strings and such,

It is merely cruel fate that has made us siblings.

Reviews

[FocusedAmnesia]

I loved this from the moment a read the word hedgehog :] You have a knack for the rhyming (lucky you). Another good read.