Is it so bad that I worry,
About my hot-tempered brother,
Whose stupid and brash decisions,
Will most certainly be the death of him?
Or for my scientifically genius brother,
Who locks himself in his lab,
And obsesses over his plans and inventions,
Until someone drags him away to eat?
Or even for the youngest most innocent of us,
Who is protected by three older brothers,
Who we all want to grow up (not really),
To keep forever young?
Is it bad that I worry for the rat,
Our sensei, our father, our protector,
Who is so old, so frail,
I worry he will he leave us?
I know sometimes I may go over board,
And even be a little (okay, a lot) overprotective,
But tell me the truth,
Even if you're going to be harsh,
Is it bad that I worry?
