Him and his slimey ego,
That I canno't bear,
His singing like a howling cat,
As he stands up there.
With harsh hatred in my eyes,
And a firey glaze on my stare.
As I sit here scowling,
Whilst he stands up there.
Then my mother turns to say,
'I wish you were more like him,
And act in that way',
As he sings up there.
I know I have the talent,
But I wish I had his fame,
Standing there, without a care,
The boy with no shame.
My Brother,
Whom I despise.
lol nice one. im guessing he hasnt realised he cannot sing? ugh somebody tape his mouuth shut!
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Singing like a howling cat? i think someone's let out my secret...smile. No worse words from a parents mouth than those... don't know if that apostrophey thing is meant to be there for 'cannot'. bit rickety rhythm for last phrase, maybe. Brill beginning and middle, however.