I hate the way they walk

The way they talk

The way they dress

I must confess

It gives me a migraine

Every time it rains

Like the lightning in a storm

They’re something you can’t ignore

My silent rage

As they walk across the stage

Always excelling

In both math and spelling

It doesn’t matter what it is

They’re always better, they never miss

Always jump back up again

Always on top, until the end

My rage is like ice in a snowstorm

Building and building without getting warm

More ice forms with more fuel

Until it’s so large we can finally duel

Rage transforms into a point so strong

We can fight and compete along

Until finally I find my way to fame

Hopefully someday I will reverse this shame