To My Nemesis

You were mean to me in public, And you thought you had gotten by with it. Because I did not scream or rant. On social media I did not throw a fit. In other ways, I got you back For calling me mean words, for insinuating I’m a hack. But you have not figured it out yet. I gloat in secret, running to my safety net. You may figure it out today, or maybe not at all But I have the satisfaction of standing right and tall Because you were the meanie who made the bad moves And I am the hippie child with the cool vibe grooves. I have my admirers, my followers and such How much time do I waste on you? Not very much.