I’m glad I’m not like them!

I am a decent person, I do try to be nice to people as long as
they don’t cross me, or get in my way.

I am patient, of course stupid questions
get on my nerves and I will stop a person short, talk to the hand!

I think if a person leaves the house looking like a clown, like one of my friends, who shall
remain nameless, maybe she didn’t know, maybe she had been in a rush, I was kind enough to tell her.
I’d want someone to tell me, though they would never have to,
I mean I have the perfect fashion sense.

And I never said I didn’t like children, but, my clothes are expensive, I asked the child if she
was ok, good lord, she only fell down two steps, it is hard to get blood out of anything.

Anyway, that is on them, I can get better friends.
I don’t need them but, they will be calling me, and when they do, I want my apology.

My new friends, what a bunch of mean, hateful, back stabbing, conniving, petty, selfish,
God I can’t even think of any more words to describe them.

That Eva telling me my make-up looked like pancake batter, she was hardly the one to talk.
Becky became angry when she thought I had gone out and bought the same dress she was wearing
to a party on purpose, it was a coincidence.

Thought the maniac was going to kill me. Oh and let’s
not talk about Gina, thinks she’s an Einstein, she called me stupid for asking her the time.
I am so glad I’m not like them!