No, I haven't forgotten.
The 30th of January.
The day the Alpha's been born.
No, I haven't called,
I haven't left a message,
maybe because of sheer spite,
maybe because I got nothing much to say.
I am Omega, he's the Alpha,
It has always been,
It will always be.
The Alpha's got it all,
while the Omega has
nothing at all.
The Alpha's got the looks
got the dough, he's rolling
in cash, while the Omega
counts the scraps to pay
for his mental illness' meds.
The Alpha's got it all,
A nice car, a nice flat
he's even get luckier
while the Omega
has nothing
at all.
The Alpha's got muscles of steel
He's even get luckier in areas
the Omega's barely discovering,
and no luck at all - not even there
nor here, nowhere.
The Omega's got
nothing at all.
Firstborn male son,
Thus the Alpha has born,
on January the 30th
I haven't forgot it at all.
Firstborn, male son,
he's the fucking Alpha
while the Omega is
the middle child
and the middle child
is always an Omega,
is always a fuck-up.
Brothers, by the same
parents conceived,
by the same womb
we were born,
but he's the Alpha
I am Omega.
Even though we were
flesh and blood, bound
by DNA, we were born
to different paths,
different stories,
I am the Omega,
the fucking loser.
You're the Alpha
the fucking winner.
He's got it all - looks,
intelligence, drive,
and fearless motives
He's rolling in cash,
while the rest of us,
losers to you,
count every single penny
just to get by another day.
An no, the Alpha doesn't share,
he's even got his food labeled
and locked away, while we
were eating the same old bread.
stale old bread - he was having
caviar or some priceless shit,
The Alpha did not share,
will not share,
does not care.
When we were kids,
it appeared to be,
that we were good friends,
good brothers,
but no, oh no - I am Omega
I was his bitch, he was the Alpha,
do as told or he will kick your ass
from Monday to Saturday,
I am Omega, he was
the pack leader,
the evil leader,
of mischevious deeds,
and unfortunate events.
I had no choice but to follow,
for I was his bitch, do as told,
or the shit will unfold,
two blows, I was disarmed,
breathless, wounded and sore,
I was always the Omega.
Nowadays, I'm told he wonders
why we strayed away from each
other. Really?
Really?
Do you even wonder, o glorious Alpha
Why I kept away?
For one, I am Omega,
and a fucking loser,
living in a dusty atic
living with our time-bomb
living mother,
while you are rolling in cash,
living in a fucking nice flat,
somewhere away from us
- and thank whatever deity's in charge
for that - you really do wonder,
nothing rings a bell?
How about the labelled ice cream,
labelled wondrous food you
kept for yourself, while we -
losers all, specially me, the Omega,
had to eat stale old bread?
You invite our own mother
to your nice fucking flat,
and tell that SHE has to bring
the fucking food?
even while you're rolling
in fucking cash, how LOW
is that? How fucking LOW is that?!
O Glorious Alpha,
brothers apart,
I am Omega,
I got
fucking
nothing
at all.
I am left with the cobwebs,
the brown recluses,
and my self-made gym,
I will never, ever be
as glorious as thee,
O Glorious Alpha.
I have chosen a
different brother
for myself, and he's
an Alpha too,
but not a DICK like
you are, o Glorious ALPHA.
I am Omega,
I will always be Omega,
I will die alone like
every Omega should,
but at least, I will
have a truer brother
in another Alpha,
much more humane
than you ever were.
Happy Birthday, o Glorious Omega.
Hope someday you'll realize
the errors in your ways,
but you're to much
lawful evil
to do
so.
