I don't partake in your charisma of
enthusiastic self satisfaction-
Well, not around the majority.
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-
you're doing it wrong, you're not trying hard enough,
Well, you're just too damn wrong on a lot
It's that immoral moral code you run with
You know--of trying to mother someone who never asked.
must just be the serious case of being too full of yourself
I guess it takes one to know one
Get off my lawn Mr. & Mrs. Know-it-all
this poem wasn't for you, but a reminder
for folks to to not say anything around you anymore