Who am I?

 

by Justin Tolerable

 

They say that I'm intolerable,

I really don't know why?

I am a very happy boy,

And am as sweet as pie.

 

My brothers left me in the lurch,

They even made me cry,

They told me I was immature,

I thought that I would die!

 

I only throw my little fits,

When I do not get my way,

If you don't give in to me,

Your really gonna pay.

 

I'll kick you in your shins so hard,

And hit you in the head.

I'll scream and yell and raise a fuss,

Can't send me to my bed.

 

I'll tear up all the things you love,

And spit and curse and flame.

Give me all the things I want,

Give in to this my game.

 

You'll love me much,

This I know.

Cause there is just one me.

Pet me on my ego or I will start my show.

 

Brothers dear, you love me,

How could you ever not?

Come and give me everything,

And tell me I am hot.

 

Hey guys, you don't have to worry or

fear or miss me anymore. I am here

and I am as wonderful as always!!

 

 

Justine Uff

 

Of brothers I have Justine Uff

Who needs another one?

You really sound absurdly gruff

What do you do for fun?

 

I sure could use a sister though

To help me deal with all.

It seems there's more than Just-a-Few

Answering Justin's call....

 

 

Justin Thyme

 

Hey, brother J. what do you say?

Are you still complaining?

When we were kids on sunny days,

you'd cry 'cause it ain't raining!

 

You were a pain most every Thyme

when choosing sides for soccer.

And at the gym, you pitched a fit

when someone slammed your locker.

 

Now Mamma liked you Justin Uff

to name you like a Justin,

but you still whined and bellyached

and said, "Please call me Dustin."

 

It's nice to see you here, my bro'.

I'm glad you're here at Passions.

But spare us, please, your sorry tales

of childhood's meagre rations.

 

At least you are out on the street,

not in an institution.

Unless you're at the 'Stute with us (?)

If so, let's Revolution!

 

We'd like to break out from this joint

and crack the door, unlatch it!

So, quit your whining, little bro'

and let's duck out by Cratchet!

 

She's at some silly prom, I hear,

just dancin' like all get out!

So quit the bitchin', bro' of mine,

Let's BOLT! Let's jet! Let's set out!

 

sincerely yours,

 

Justin Thyme

aka Leonardo DaVinci

Artiste Extraordiniare

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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