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I climbed out of the tub after reading volume 12 of fruits basket only to find that both my brothers had left without consulting me to go take in late night merriment.... this is all to familiar in my life style so I retired back to my room to find my brothers retarded dog... then it dawned on me.... we were the same...
(Not in the retarded sense)

We are kept around for amusement,
We tag along and feel as though we are equals with our companions,
We go through our normal actions,
And whenever we do or say something stupid
They just laugh and laugh and laugh,
But we smile,
Cause we feel like were part of the group,
But the sad truth is that their laughing at us... not with us.
They only call us over when they want a quick cheap laugh,
And then we lay around,
Waiting to be usefull again,
Waiting to be called again,
Waiting to feel the empty pleasure of belonging...