There's one thing about you.

You simply open your mouth.

Oh no! That's my que!

 

I try my best to stay away.

"Oh I need a favor," you say.

And so I decide to not be rude

and stay in the nicest mood.

 

I help you out

and now I guess you feel like being friends.

 I see kindness starting to sprout

as I watch waiting for it to end.

 

Soon my suspicions come alive.

And our "friendship" takes a dive.

You turn everything around

and I watch them all hit the ground.

 

I guess you thought I could play along

and now you find yourself proven wrong.

All that is left of you is a hiprocrent,

all crooked and bent.