LITTLE SISTER

Little sister, how does it feel

To be outside looking in?

You're watching the big girls dressing up

As the party's about to begin.

It's so unfair to be that young

And always overlooked.

You'd give your all to join them there

But your place was never booked.

They push you aside as their boyfriends arrive

In their flashy open-top cars.

You've begged and begged to ride in one, but

That's as likely as visiting Mars.

And how you'd love a boyfriend, too.

One of your very own.

You'd be treated like a princess, of that you're sure,

And would never again feel alone.

But instead you're packed off to bed

With a resentment in your heart

That instigates vile thoughts of revenge

As you seethe there in the dark.

It's so annoying that they expect you to

Be a shoulder when things go wrong.

Yet when you need them, where are they?

Without thought for you, long gone.

So you lie awake until 4am

When you hear them creeping in

With boys in tow, as they climb the stairs

Giggling and whispering 'Let's sin!'

Now you'll pay, you spitefully think,

And you begin to scream and shout

Until you manage to make yourself sick

So your parents come rushing out.

You tell them something unmentionable you've seen

Through a slightly open door.

Then your mother barges in to find them

Frolicking naked on parquet floor.

Little sister,

You're a bitch!