I don't bury in your charisma of
enthusiastic attitude for self satisfaction-
Well, not around people...
more around the fortunate few,
lucky to be in the company
of my sarcasm.
It begins with a genuine idea
but ends with a harsh rant of sorts
SORTS!!! like weaving through the crowd
absolutely stimulating to tell one that-
your doing it wrong, your not in line,
Well, your just to damn wrong on alot
hmm... why don't you hautily correct an unhaughty person
with your immoral moral code
of trying to mother someone who never asked.
your just to full of yourself to realize
it takes one to know one
Get off my lawn Mr. & Mrs. Know-it-all
this poem wasn't for you, but a reminder
to not say anything around you anymore