Flailings is brought to you today by poxmaker; he demanded I write Reese/Malcolm poetry, and I bashed my head in for not thinking of it sooner. Have a quick, fun, starting-out poem.
Sideways
Reese twists and turns, flies crooked; Malcolm sways.
Recklessly spins till sick; from directness strays.
Undermining; hateful blockade decays.
Undressing; teasing, daring, play.
That's it; they don't care what you say.
They're brothers and they swing that way.
