Person #1
She bites on her fork and chews her food like a teacher and that’s the only way I can describe it
She walks around with her mouth slightly open and makes a weird face when she’s asking a question
She hums all the time, even when the room’s deathly silent
Person #2
He grumbles and groans
And points with his eyebrows at the people he’s complaining about
He does his job sloppily
It’s his age, or his grief, or his plain lack of sleep
That turns him into an ungrateful old crone
Person #3
She laughs at other people when they make embarrassing mistakes or mispeak
You’ll never catch her say the words, “My bad” or “I messed up”
She hands the hard work off to other people and never makes eye contact
Person #4
I’m a hummer when I’m home.
And at times, a complaining crone too.
I have my moments of egotism all the time. I guess I just hate to see what annoys me be exposed in myself
So the next time I see one of them coming, I won’t avoid a conversation or a smile
Cause the little fault I find in them is a log in my own eye they can see from a mile away
And God forbid they sense any dislike in my expression
So my perfect reputation is not tainted with hatred
Cause I genuinely couldn’t think of something worse
Than to be exposed for the fake flattery I internally rehearse
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