Disgruntled

I love to sing high rather than low
I love to be a soprano.
Highest note possible please.
Give it to me straight
and i will sing it back to you on a plate.

But we sopranos don’t get the solos.
So i will move across to the altos.
I will sit amongst them and
learn their part well.
One certain alto gets all the solo partsz
It is her weekly dish.
I sit and try to not let it worry me
but it does anywayz
I can’t help but my voice is no good.
Maybe if i tell him at least he would
know how I feel.
How my voice has no appeal.
Don’t know what to do.
Except dump my feelings here.
Or else.
If i grumble
I may be shown the door I fear.

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