In ancient times when people started civilization, And started to form ruling Families. Merchant classes, And various other types of Prosperous  Individuals, with Lots of wealth, Property Or whatever other stuff, They wanted to pass on To their significant Others. Or future descendants!

They developed laws of “Primogeniture”. Which is just a fancy way of saying That the eldest gets everything After the patriarch, or even in some cases the matriarch head of the family dies. If you get philosophical, That doesn’t only mean money, wealth or possessions. It  could also mean  you received the lion’s share Of the love That your other family members didn’t get.

We’re not in the old days But you’re the oldest. Your parents Overloaded you with the most crap To deal with!  And molded you With relentless Vigor, To take care Of the household as a secondary parent.  After all You are the oldest. The 1st born, the forerunner. The 1st to rise at dawn! You have to Make breakfast For your fellow Sibling spawn.

You don’t expect any special treatment. You’re a family and you’re all in it together. But if you knew the future in store, wow,
knock you over with a feather.

All of a sudden, The youngest one.The most rebellious, Aggravating and contrary. Refusing to act anything like ordinary. Is the darling.  The can do no wrong, Gets away with everything, as the day is long! I mean you wasn’t expecting A trophy A little gratitude With less attitude. When you were younger And so were they.  Too busy working To stay or play.

That was never an issue, the whole dag on fam. was busy. Survival is never easy breezy. The world is tricky, down right sleazy! But now the youngest Is popping crap, Getting down right Greasy! That head must be out for lunch. Popping mad Poop talk! Like Jan from From the Brady bunch! Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!