Bricks (and annoying little brothers)

I hate this: someone buys my little brother
a new kit of plastic bricks and I have to
put it together. It’s lame. Bricks should be red
not yellow, orange, green, purple, blue.

On my Playstation, I can build properly.
A house that looks like a house. A cinema
because I like movies. A pool so I can swim.
I can do all my favourite things here.

My brother wants his house to have a pitch.
I can’t play FIFA when he’s around,
he wants to join in, slows things down,
doesn’t get the rules. Wants his own ground.

I explain over and over. Makes it boring.
Like his kits, he doesn’t play by the rules.
He wants me to add a window on the roof,
a football pitch with a stack of snooker cues.

But rules are good. Everyone knows what to do.
It’s like adding a brick on top of a brick, building
something solid. Something that will last, that
I can call home. I think about letting my brother in.