Letters to Mom

As we bailed water out of our tent while burning up time during our near death experience in the storm of all insanity during our hike on the App.Trail, little bro and I wrote a sweet poem.
Disclaimer: We were under pressure of flapping tent sides and no Tang to sip. Our iamic pentameter might be off a bit. We wrote this with a pen we carved out of a soggy log under dim moon light.

Too much (whine)
but we shared it, wasn't all mine
complaining so thick like slime
can't stop on no dime
fighting bears and jumping streams
survival of the fittest, if you know what I mean
it's thorns and jungle steam
that keeps us in the suffering team
screaming thunder rings
through our ears
we hope to avoid our darkest fears
if it keeps raining this hard we'll be floating in God's tears
crackers and peanut butter can only last so long
I'm getting so home sick I'm writing letters to Mom
she's probably sewing and singing us a prayer song
where's the pizza? where's the beer?
wish I knew 'cause it sure ain't here
lead me down that path and make it clear
If we don't make it, just know I always wanted to be a rapper.