I am a spicy fabric!
I do not stick to the skin
I do not sweat
And who are you to say I am a ditz to
be amazed at life’s simple pleasures?
You always like to rain on my parade
Even while I’m having fun playing charades
You are like hard rain on a sunny summer day
You come only to destroy and cause sadness
I cannot stand the awful madness!!
I must proclaim.
I am too tired for this insipid game.
You are really mean and filled with hate
Oh how you nag and nag
It really grates
On my nerves, my mind and my spine
You are a big, fat bully
You are not classy or divine
I hate you and I want for you to know that