I Don’t Think

I think you left rather harshly

Considering how you slithered in.

You knew exactly where to point

That evil Cheshire grin.

A few flippant comments

Some about my weight.

I’d say you were grand

But you weren’t, mate.

I’m sure you think you hurt me

Probably think I cried.

But I’m barely human

And you, a lie.

I couldn’t hear your whispers

Hated your demands.

Didn’t like the size of it

Didn’t like your hands.

Man I hate the liars

They really truly stink.

I’m sure you think this is about you

But I don’t think you think.

You can laugh about what you did today

Take another toke.

Don’t worry little man

You’ll always be the joke.

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