Hiss, Hiss, Hiss
I ask you a question, and what do I get,
grumpy answer, like I am some kind of dummy,
I would run from you, if you had done this when we first met.
Your true colors didn't reveal, until about a year of bliss,
now I'm stuck with a man that can't carry on a conversation,
and when I want to talk, you hiss, hiss, hiss.
Maybe you need to enroll in personality classes,
or maybe you just need to be committed,
maybe I need a shrink, or just need to get sassy.
Anyway, you can catch more flies with sweets,
that vinegar ain't working too good for you dear,
you have become a bothersome creep.
Now let's see, who needs who?
I have my poetry,
who needs you?
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