Chitter chatter,
the best of friends,
one walks away,
the act ends.
She is lazy.
She is sly.
"He's, her slave."
Don't ask me why.
She takes advantage,
hostile and mean.
"He needs some balls",
running when she calls.
Bossy,
bossy,
usurious, and cruel,
go along,
play her fool.
Squealing snitches,
little pigs,
tittle-tattle,
get her digs.
"She yelled at me!"
Mother never slapped her,
you can tell.
A rat, I smell.
Daddy told me,
"If they're talking shit, don't think they aren't talking about you."
No doubt,
that's true.
Hear no evil.
See no evil.
Speak no evil.
Still, there might be a dagger in my smile.
Cut-
They better watch out.
I will sew their dolls' mouths shut.
