Its not about how good you are its all about being liked
give them an inch of gossip watch how they get psyched
sticking together like a band of thieves ignoring the rest,
they believe what they hear and never put it to the test;
Its not about how kind you are if they are jealous green,
they'll cut you up to size just about their size, its mean
contests oh contests, I won't say much upon that subject
I have had my good share of "no can do" constant rejects
I got a private mail one day, " hurry fix your poem please"
only to find out it was already judged, and it was just a tease
I got another private mail, " too bad you didn't make it , dear"
I didn't hold my breath darling, your next contest I won't smear
When it comes to making friends on site I only have a very few
its a big site and if I miss you, its never intentional, the slue
if you don't like me well there is nothing I can do, "soup babies",
I'm a lover not a fighter, I don't bite and I don't have rabies...
Written by: ? If you want to know, take the time to get to know,
"YOURSELF" who I really "AM" ...
Wasps and bees and grasshopper knees waiting to sting and scratch,
Give them an inch and they respond with stings and holes to patch.
Wren and finch and grosbeak syrinx waiting to burst with song,
Give them a glance and they reply with lusty sings-a-along.
Frogs and toads and mud puppy legs waiting to pump water,
Give them a push and they react as diving sea otters.
Snakes and asps and burrowing bugs waiting to slither back,
Give them wide berth and they will leave without a bold attack.
Deer and ‘possums and red foxes waiting to eat our ware,
Give them a snack and they return for the evening's fare.
Stings or scratches, beauty or song, part of Nature’s lessons.
One must learn to live with all and how to make concessions.
I was born pretty and smart and kind
according to my culture's standards.
So I've been expected to have certain social graces
I just don't have.
Pisses some peops off when I don't act like they want me to.
Don't like to piss people off, so in past have tried to adjust.
Holy cow, tho, ya give them an inch they'll take a mile
and yeah, I'll admit I got more than an inch to give but like maybe 36
which is three feet or one yard and not near close to the 5280 feet
(will let someone else calculate inches)
expected.
And, btw, what am I offered in return?