(A Blog)
Woman! My ears are ringing
You never stop complaining
Every little thing with your instigation
Becomes an oversized inflated revelation
You are totally bored with your insipid life
Will never leave others with their own strife
Antagonistically have to spew out panic in the air
Why don’t you shut up and twirl your stiff hair
You have to talk and can never be discreet
Will not tolerate an undisturbed person in peace
Always have to broadcast tittle-tattle in deceit
Someone needs to give you a nice mouthpiece
Make small big and big bigger my drama queen
You are disgusting with your display of scene
One day you will wake up with no audience
Perhaps even in jail for being a public nuisance
good Kay, you tell her like it is! ! and don't let the little people bother you... big up to you! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wish Paris Helton read this! i wonder if she'll get it!