Jack

You reek of obnoxious arrogance Born and bred from ignorance I loathe you talking smack To my face or behind my back Certain phrases, you say Are portrayed in such a way Like nails on a chalkboard With me, they strike a chord My children repeat My heart skips a beat I take the heat After you speak With your sarcastic brand Yet, unlucky hand Like the smallest dog in the pack Erect hair on his back Sure, it sounds harsh But heavy on my heart I've lost much control Of sentiments you stole No, I don't hate you But I'll never see past Low blows I've accrued From you showing your bottom