I woke up
Little child two floors down,
What can I do to appease that frown?
Summer’s past, spring time’s come again
Yet your shrieks I’ve heard to no end
Do you not realize I cannot sleep (nor eat nor drink)
When my sanity you keep?
Your pitch is perfect, always to the tee
The way it likens that of a dying manatee
And did I mention your timing’s unnerving
The way you cry the second I start working?
Yet if I should try to take a nap,
Your cries they sound like a large thunder clap
So in my waking and in my sleep
I conclude it’s my attention that you seek
Have I wronged you in some unforgivable way
To make these past two years an unbearable stay?
No, O child of Hades, I think not
It’s just in your nature as Satan’s little tot
You’re a wolf in sheep’s skin, a little baby
So I’d never harm you, cause I’m a classy lady
Vengeance shall be mine, though, my sweet pea
Cause it’s your parents’ car that I shall key
(Just kidding tho. Vandalism is a crime, guys.)
You know a girl is mad when she starts off her sentence saying “I just find it funny how ” because there’s a 99.9% chance she did not find it funny.