Meant to be strong and powerful
With a build of a powerhouse and a sinister mind
Able to speak English
and to train to defeat
So much potential for me
And I waste it all
Staying inside, I eat my fill on sandwiches
And take lazy naps or stare at the ceiling
Some people don't take too kindly of my actions
So I respond with wit because it doesn't matter what they say about me
I don't make use of my abilities so much
Aside from getting around when I feel like it
But at least I got that one person I stick around
Whom I like to tease even if I sound hypocritical
Even if he abandoned me once
And left me bitter and feeling alone
But bygones should be bygones
Not to mention I don't hold grudges so long
It's fun talking to him now
Although he could be a little more modest these days
For a few years since noting my behavior
I learn of someone younger than me
And he bears everything I should be
Has great strength and some wit
Can aim to defeat and best others
And uses his potential
Lingual skills and wit are our differences
Though I remain partially jealous of him
We still work together on days I feel like moving around
We're related, but yet I refer to him as a friend I trust
So here I sit around
Eating sandwiches and making witty comments
Maybe moving around a bit
People complain about me
Even if I don't really care
But at least they appreciate my sandwiches
They sometimes ask if I can make one for them
I do like having a sinister mind now and then
Working with my friend following plans I like
Even if manipulating is bad, smirking is fun
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