What it's like 4
Gold Ranger
It can be tough being who I am,
Though mostly it's fun.
I certainly got in shape,
Always having to run.
Being the Gold Ranger,
I have to earn my rep.
Battling that evil monster, though,
Made my standerds met.
I'm the cook of the group,
And poor Mia tries.
But her creations don't look real,
They don't even attract flies.
I am also a Mexican,
The techy, too.
Got a wiring issue?
You'll faintly remember by the time I'm through.
True, I am very clumsy,
And I make puns about my name.
But hey, I had to have a role somewhere
In this monster-fighting gang.
Doing what I love is no game,
And I always train.
I don't give up in battle,
Despite all my pain.
I try not to brag,
Even when I am the hero.
I just never want to be considered,
Like I'm the newbee number zero.
I wish sometimes, really,
I could be more serious and tough.
But I can't be like Kevin or Mike,
My all just isn't enough.
I can make people laugh,
And lessen a sad goodbye.
Even though when the girls or guys get annoyed by me,
It's me wanting to cry.
It's tough being me,
But mostly it's fun.
And maybe one day I'll let a new me,
Shine out like the sun.