"It's not fair!" I shout,
as I storm up the stairs.
Away from my parents,
And into my lair.

They're making me do things,
I don't want to do.
Like laying the table,
And cleaning the loo.

I never have freedom,
I'm always a slave.
They don't seem to love me,
I'm alone in my cave.

Expected to do this,
without a complaint.
A happy young man,
I most certainly ain't.