She don’t miss a trick
To wriggle out of it
Every little slip in quips
She’s got two hands on it
Ready to remit
Your opinion on it
So sweet it’s sick
Laid on thick
She don’t know
All what makes you tic
She’s just quick
Enough to nip
That tiny blip
You considered skipped
And wind you up
Like a kicked up pig
You’ll never win
That ain’t her pitch
Just wants to bitch enough
She’ll get her twitch
So ditch the smarts
Half arse the quiz
Watch her melt herself
Behind her snarky grin
As pure poison trickles
From her thin lips
She’ll play all the tricks
Itch your nerves
Like nits
Leave you in fits of rage
When you should stay sage
And sit
Not safe to engage
But she’s bait
And you’ve tripped
Pick your tongue up
And ditch the usual play
Switch it up
For arguments sake
Catch her off guard
Make her kick just too late
Come out clever
Instead of just irate
Her foundations busted
It’s all rehearsed replay
None of its true
Just because she says
Don’t apologise if it comes out
In a mean way
Her focus on feelings
Is part of the game
Calamity needs calmness
She’s bonkers, just sedate
Cos there’s no point if no reason
In a debate that’s bad faith.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 