My own special pizza

Eating pizza there,
brother wants to share.
Really don't know why,
I simply just don't care.
Crust is like a turtle shell;
just like my brother's brain.
It always drives me insane,
every time he plays that game.
The cheese is like my skin,
not like the scrape that's on my chin.
This pizza is my specialty.
All these ingredients make up me,
some you just can't see;
maybe because you need to get to know me.





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