welcome to my end of life

so you want to kno about me

look to my brothers and maybe you'll see

the life i lead isn't like your own

and it started in Wisconsin, in a place i call home.

i guess it started when i turned three

my mom left for a while and brought back a baby!

but when she got home things just weren't the same

she tended the baby but come to cleaning she was lame

she didn't cook she didn't clean

till the dishes stacked up and started turning green

so i washed the dishes fed the pets

mopped the floors and all the rest.

time went by

my brothers got big

they had no manners

and acted like pigs

you see the clothes their wearing today?

those are the clothes i folded yesterday.

i wash them i fold them i put them away

do i ever get a thank you?not a chance!, no way!

they walk in the house

track mud everywhere

who gets out the brush

scrubs till her hands are bare?

who's the one who falls sleep

chin to chest every night of the week

not studying but folding clothes

shirts and sweats that belong to my bro's

"smile keidaah what's got you in a twist?"

(stupid my brothers are)

"are you mad at me starshine?"

I'M NOT MAD, I'M PISSED!