Always in your shadow but we all know you wouldn’t have gotten anywhere without the support from the Queen. You are a coward and a cheat.
Shakespearean insult track:
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Because thou hast no class.
Thou lily livered three inch caterpillar.
I turn mine nose up at the smell of your success.
I hath only to be salty and sad,
While you are adored in the Globe.
Dumb knave of a brother.
Ah yes, thus horrid wind, thus amazing art, yet my brother is thus art and I am plainly thus horrid wind.
Ah aye, thus h'rrid windeth, thus most wondrous art, yet mine own broth'r is thus art and I am plainly thus h'rrid windeth
What is up mine own dudes? This is mine own st'ry about Rome and Julie, those gents loveth each oth'r but shhhh yond's a secret. And their families, the montage and the capitalization art in a big square. Oh and Rome’s cater-cousins benevolent and m'rman art trying to holp that gent winneth his loveth. Julie hast a cousin nam'd tyranny who is't likes to square people. And at the endeth rome gets depress'd and then Julie gets depress'd so those gents combust and tada t's ov'r
What is up my dudes? This is my story about Rome and Julie. They love each other, but shhhh...that's a secret. And their families, the Montage and the Capitalization are in a big fight. Oh and Rome’s friends Benevolent and Merman are trying to help him win his love. Julie has a cousin named Tyranny who likes to fight people. And at the end, Rome gets sad and then Julie gets sad, so they combust and tada...it's over.
Everyone, why do you love my brother
He can’t write, he can’t sing
He can’t do anything,
Yet he’s treated like a king
However I can write,
And I can perform
While my brother only
Causes a storm
The square hast begun! 'twill beest I who is't gains the lasteth taquito! I runneth to the microwave, slamming ope the doth'r to grabeth the treateth at which hour suddenly… mine own brother! that gent runs in and snatches mine own food from me! I shall rememb'r this betrayal! I shall gain backeth mine own taquito!
The fight has begun! It will be I who gains the last taquito! I run to the microwave, slamming open the door to grab the treat when suddenly… MY BROTHER! He runs in and snatches my food from me! I will remember this betrayal! I WILL GAIN BACK MY TAQUITO!
Tired of fighting my infamous older brother
Will it ever be my turn in the light?
You fools, you gullible children
Don’t you know that it’s the devil you worship?
You don’t know his lies, his deceit
How he uses you to walk on
And to praise himself like God
But he is not what he seems
If you know what’s best for you
You will turn from this fraud
And finally notice someone who will appreciate you
I won’t keep fighting this
If his people abandon him we can win
But if you continue to be fooled
Humanity is doomed.
Shadows swirl around me
William always steals the light
He is not even worth finishing this poem.
Shakespeare can eat my pokeball. Tragic love stories? Please. Love is a myth. Write about something real, like female oppression or slavery. People only want to read what isn’t true, just give them a small shred of belief. It’s better to tell things how they are: love is dead, it was never real, and we live in a trashy society. Follow me for a bit of truth every day.
I hath stolen my brother’s skull.
Mary Ellen Raymo
I don’t understand why my brother is so famous. It just doesn’t make sense. In his stories he turns three word sentences into run-on paragraphs. He exaggerates normal feelings into overly complex emotions. Who is really going to murder themselves because their girlfriend is sleeping? No one in their right mind.