I don't get to read
I don't get to write
I just get to fuss
I just get to fight

I watch as he wastes
I watch as he dies
I don't wanna hear excuses
I don't wanna hear lies.

He tells me one story this time
He has a second for someone else
The story changes everytime
I don't know what to buy.

A little lie here,
A big one over there,
Sprinkle with some truth
And you have got a date.

He does not care
For underwear
He does not care
That it's not fair.

Not fair for Roy
Don't be so coy
You went and stole
His brother's toy.

Had no permission
You didn't ask,
Instead you left
Undone the task.

U won't do laundry,
Won't do dishes.
All you do is
Wish for wishes.

We must do his bidding
We must cater to his
Every whim, must be nice!
Wish I were him!

© From A Poet's Heart
12/5/14