Hypocritical hearsays & homilies of the humble & ***
Tricking temptress, ticking time-bomb.
Slithering silver sly snake,
Red-troubled lipstick—
A well-mannered, educated *****.
Oops, I forgot— You never even finished college.
I only spoke to you once or twice,
Yet your mother-in-law bit back,
Told me to back off,
To never insult you.
Tch. A side-eye and a smirk are all I ever needed.
I never touched you, never harmed you.
Your boyfriend assumes too much,
Exaggerates just enough
To make his story plausible,
To pull them all to his side.
Degraded attitude
wasted personality.
Who are we to be hypothetical?
Hypocritical? Pretentious—you are.
Never be humble yet *** at the same time—
It is a tool for gardening,
hence, never an act of immorality.
You flaunted your old, secondhand, silver, ruined car,
Trying to impress,
Trying to boast.
But I was never swayed,
Never struck by how you hustled
To put wealth on display—
All the while, Spending money that was never yours in private.
He found comfort in expensive wine.
She found comfort in cheap hands.
I wasted a lot of years for a molded bread
for an expired milk, butter and cocoa powder
I wasted a lot of time cooking
for your meals—
let it be known— hotdog, sausage, bacon, pork and chicken.
egg and noodles on the side.
fries as appetizers, chocolates as desserts.
You're so good at fabricating stories
to make your mom believe you.
Whenever we're at grandma's house,
you complain to your mom,
acting like you're the victim,
but we never even laid a hand on you.
Excuse me—you should be ashamed of yourself.
Has your brain caught a cough for you to think like that?
Or maybe your mouth has been strained—feed it properly.
Stop indulging in vices like drinking and smoking.
Eat proper food so your strained mouth can regain some health.
Insult me all you want—I don't care.
Fabricate stories all you want
that's what makes you happy, right?
That's what you're good at, right?
To make your mom believe you
and make her think we're the bad ones who lack compassion.
I could knock both of your heads together.
Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the pear tree, right?
Ironically, you're both the same—brains full of mucus.
It really has an effect on you, huh?
You keep ranting, but your words are empty, like a hollow can.