Their snide, rude comments ignite my fury
Whispers shared behind my well aware back
And feigned conern fuels my acrimony
So I smile to keep them way off track
One narrows her eyes and looks down her nose
Reminding me somewhat of a vulture
I respite her queries with calm repose
As another tries to crush my stature
The worst of the clique is the one who coos
At my infant child and pretends to care
All about my life as she drinks my booze
Are those devil's horns underneath her hair?
Your complements are masked with false sweetness;
But don't mistake my silence for weakness
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