In November I was born,
Under skies steel-gray and torn,
Mangled by a crazy doc,
In the evening, ten o'clock.
Yes, that doc's a crazy pig:
When he saw I was too big,
Pressed me out with brutal knees,
Causing me lifelong disease!
I was always weak and slow,
And my mind will never grow.
And my dad is always drunk,
Life feels like a pile of junk!
As of brother, born in Spring...
In my side, he was a sting.
Hyperactive, lightning fast,
Brought frustration and disgust!
Now my brother has a wife,
Who upended all his life.
She is pretty but insane,
Veganism's a money drain!
My misery
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