If kind was a person it was you
Thoughtful at all the right times
Mindful of P’s and Q’s
But you attracted flies with all your sweetness
And you never picked them out
And their rotting bodies spoiled your pleasant nature
And you said you weren’t sure you wanted to be friends
And I didn’t want to keep you from you’re new flies
But I was angry and you haunted me until
Until I said no more
And I picked your decay out of my sweetness.