My friend’s name is Complacent
She’s really just okay
Her voice is monotone
When we go out, she stays
She never gets wound up
She never gets stressed out
I’ve never heard her grumble
I’ve never seen her pout
Complacent likes to sit
Complacent likes to chat
She brags on why she’s better
I’m not buying that.
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 4:09 PM UTC
My friend’s name is Complacent
She’s really just okay
Her voice is monotone
When we go out, she stays
She never gets wound up
She never gets stressed out
I’ve never heard her grumble
I’ve never seen her pout
Complacent likes to sit
Complacent likes to chat
She brags on why she’s better
I’m not buying that.
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