The man

The man told you no

And you couldn’t handle it

What kind of an adult are you?

Self absorbed, just a bit?

Where is it written

That you must always have your way?

Perfect, you are not

Not yesterday or today

“Yes, I understand”

The words, you should have said

Instead mole hills became mountains

Your integrity, it’s dead

Stand up and grow up

Show us you have a spine

Your oh so sad story

What a cry baby’s whine

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