When animals mark, they spray their mist,
Where they want to homestead.
Yes, you’re a dog, that I admit,
In my space, you’re uninvited.
You consider yourself a social butterfly,
Appear so congenial and concerned.
I think you’re really a slimy spy,
Using what you’ve gathered and learned.
So bright, so sunny, funny and cheerful,
To your victims with decorum.
Listen intently, from them an earful,
Unaware you’ll use it against them.
Or, if someone wants share their trip,
They took last week in their car.
You answer, one up-man-ship,
Your time off, much better by far!
So, come on over, do come closer,
Would I be too suggestive?
Saying you’re a pathetic poser?
Perfect example: passive aggressive.
Keep down your leg to urinate,
You mangy dog with fleas.
Not your territory, it’s my space.
F.O! Narcissist sleaze.
- Author: WriteBeLight ( Offline)
- Published: October 19th, 2016 05:18
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 108
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