04-11-2016, 07:16 AM
I am not my mother's favourite son -
she's made it clear that she prefers another.
It wouldn't help if he was not the one
cause I am not my brother's favourite brother.
Why bother to be smart but not the smartest
and if you're not the fastest, why be fast?
As making art won't make you an artist,
when you're not first you might as well be last.
A grackle sits alone outside my window
entreating me to join him and make two.
Perhaps he'd like for me to let him in, though
it wouldn't be the proper thing to do.
For even in my gloom I know it's wrong
to bring him in a place he won't belong.
she's made it clear that she prefers another.
It wouldn't help if he was not the one
cause I am not my brother's favourite brother.
Why bother to be smart but not the smartest
and if you're not the fastest, why be fast?
As making art won't make you an artist,
when you're not first you might as well be last.
A grackle sits alone outside my window
entreating me to join him and make two.
Perhaps he'd like for me to let him in, though
it wouldn't be the proper thing to do.
For even in my gloom I know it's wrong
to bring him in a place he won't belong.