You park a car on yellow lines you know it's wrong but all the time
Rules are there but not for you,
beneath your place you seem to think
You park emotions on others to
With same flipancey and disregard
I must start reading the Catholic Herald
I missed the date they made you a saint
You speak to others like they are possessions
To fill a gap in your social status
You can't imagine how much it hurts when you destroy people with your words
So now I'll speak little more, you pariah ! Your just a social *****
Tittle tattle rules your day and it replaced your reality
I'll shut up now as negativity has no place
I'm off to see a happier face