that get me the most,
that my bro likes to boast.
He says it at any point, at any place and at any time.
Its so dumb, that I hade to put it in rhyme.
Is it the look of my hair?
Is it the clothes that I always wear?
He does it so instantly, as if from thin air.
The words around my head ,
I wish that they were all eaten by a bunch of bats.
Isn’t it bad that he just goes on and on?
Isn’t it sad that my brother calls me a Klingon?
Its simply the worst, but next time, I know,
When he does it again this time… ! K.O.
I'll let you decide which brother it's about.