Too Much
You are overbearing, too pushy, always want things your way
Because of that you are never welcomed where you wish to stay
Too many cooks spoil the soup
You are the one to disrupt a group
You think everything isn't complete unless you give it a final touch
You are what they call too much
Two's a company three's a crowd
A third wheel makes it unbalanced and loud
There comes a point when enough is enough
Every hand in poker you try to bluff
The invites come from your own mind
If you sat back and waited for them, you would be catching up with Father Time
You say you just want to be everyone's best friend, that is your crutch
Even drowning them with good intentions can be too much
There are parties you could actually be invited to
Unfortunately Sherlock Holmes is dead and with him are the clues
So sit back and taste the sourness of your own Fruit Punch
Maybe then you will learn to tone it down and know when it's too much
Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008
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