i was made to entertain.
second child tossed aside by the great deeds of the first,
entertain was the only way to get the attention an infant thrists,
so thats what i did.
threw jokes to get a laugh, sang songs for a clap, anything to get a "nice job zach..."
to be called by my name instead of "his brother", i had to stand out, to be known as an other instead of another,
so i worked at the craft till i could present it in hand,
no parental fan.
father was busy with the older so was the mother, 
until the younger stepped on a stage for a chance,
brave they called him, 
only then was he praised 
but no he wasn't born this way, 
shy from birth to get heard had to SCREAM had to beam to be seen, out of fear he would be tossed away..
yeah i was made to entertain