Spicy fabric


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


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