This poem is an answer to my recent poem oldest... It wasnt really fair to support the older ones.. Right?

It's lame to be the youngest, and the pitiest thing too.

And it gets the hardest if elders are more than two.

You are dominated by every one, you have to listen and obey.

You get least pocket money to run, but you can't explain and say.

Older ones get the best ones, and you get result scold.

We get their used things, and do what you are told.

They are the stars of the family, while we are ignored.

To them we are a shame though we do their chores.

It's lame to be the youngest and the pitiest thing too.

And it gets the hardest if olders are more than two.