Ask me kindly,
I'll rarely say no,
Order me blindly,
You'll be told where to go.
Making enemies is easy,
If that's what you want,
To others it's queasy,
It will come back to haunt.
Some live to hate,
It's their way of life,
They love to berate,
They're the masters of strife.
Treat me with respect,
It will be returned,
If this you neglect,
Then you will be spurned.
It's nice to be nice,
It creates good friends,
Absorb good advice,
And the message it sends.
If you're ever in need,
They're there to assist,
Your confidence they'll feed,
Keep them in your midst.
Ignorance is bliss,
Is what some people say,
I'd give it a miss,
It just doesn't pay.
Nastiness and resentment,
Are a personal choice,
Whereas happiness and contentment,
‘' Will Make You Rejoice ‘'
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