Stewing In the Juice of My Attitude
For much of my life, friends I made with ease until I grew an attitude, riding on a high horse, paternalising associates and acquaintances, pushing friends around, putting on airs they found disturbing, disgusting, despicable and demeaning...
My bad attitude so
incensed friends they chose to scram
demanding I reform.
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