Bad Reputation

Did you look at her today?
She thinks she’s all the rage,
It’s really not appropriate,
For someone of her age.

Her manner’s too aggressive,
Her nature unrefined,
She’s too opinionated,
I think she’s out of line.

Her poetry is quite crass,
It’s on the verge of libel,
She serves up frozen dinners,
And does not recycle.

Her wooden floors are not scrubbed,
It really is disgusting,
Her refrigerator’s top,
Needs a thorough dusting.

I’ve never seen them at church,
They probably are pagan,
The latest rumor has it,
They all worship Satan.

And what’s up with her children?
Does she think them rock stars?
They should have history books,
Instead of those guitars.

She should really tweeze those brows,
And straighten out her hair,
What do you think they say behind
Your back when you’re not there?


The Evolution of A Mean Girl

Candy and Brandie sit in the corner,
They whisper and they giggle,
And who knows if they’ll say hello to me,
They really are so fickle.

And who knows what they talk about,
And who knows what they say,
But their facial expressions tell me,
“We don’t need anymore friends today.”

And if we were still in high school,
I might take this kind of poorly,
But it just seems a bit pathetic now,
That we are in our 40s.