Think what you like,
Say what you will,
For you open your mouth,
But only stand still.
You haven't a reason,
To think what you say,
I'd be pretty stupid,
To say that you'll pay.
You'd think a grown woman,
An old one at that,
Would know to think,
Before she spat,
Obscenities and nasty words,
Without a given cause,
About the girl she hardly knows,
Stood at her boyfriend's doors.
Should I care? I know I'm not,
The one in this who's lost the plot,
So I don't care what someone sad,
Calls me when they're clearly mad.
This poem may not make much sense,
Or even flow that well,
But I'm not writing for the fame,
Or for the chance to sell,
Because it all makes sense to me,
And lets me finally say,
The words I'll never say to you,
Cause I've respect that way.
