I am not my twin.

Hey kid, who are you?
Where do you think
You are going?
You are not in the eleven
So go, get a net, sit in a corner, fret
I dunno, do something
Make yourself useful
Around here

It’s so simple
To make me feel small
I am small
I believe what they say
Because I am insignificant
Fed on crumbs of praise
Nobody looks at me
These days
They never did
I am "Verbal" from The Usual Suspects

BOOM! I’ll be back when they least expect
I won’t get a net, sit in a corner, fret
I will earn their respect
But not like this
I will bowl in the middle

You know
Everybody digs the Aussie way
Especially in stralia
My twin out there waited
Till he turned grey
One day, he found himself to be
Just another moody, middle aged relic
With a day job
He could not grasp
How it all had fallen out
Of his grasp
Again
That too when it was all
In his grasp,
He had to let it go
Again.

I have been waiting for
the last five years
I am not my twin
I made my team win
I bowl leg spin

I am Kaizer Soze from The Usual Suspects.


(to be performed by 10,000 Maniacs, ideally)