Classic Poem

I have a brother
who thinks that he understands
all about my condition.

But, deep down
I think that
he thinks that
my condition is
all caused by a combination of:

low self-esteem,
not thinking positively,
bad diet, and
a guilty conscience

(presumably about either
not working hard enough,
seeing prostitutes, or
forgetting birthdays, or
some crap like that).

He has lots of good intentions
but basically he can't
come to terms with
the fact that
I earn a good salary
(not unlike him)

but I spend all my money
(basically on myself)
with not much to show for it,
and he has a wife and
four kids to support.

If I mention on the phone
that I have to go down the street
to buy a few groceries,
then he will gladly spend
half an hour telling me about
his favourite recipe, and
what ingredients to buy to make it
(and how good it will be for me) -
even though I tell him that
I could not be less interested in his recipe.

Oh brother!