I never am sarcastic.
Why do you enquire?
Answer me directly
Or I’ll set myself on fire.
I’m not a fan of irony,
Or bitter cutting snark.
Don’t work so hard!
Be still my heart.
Where did you learn to park??
There aren’t sufficient circuses
And way too many freaks.
But sarcastic remarks are not the way
To write up good critiques.
If you think I feel as bad as you look,
I can’t help who I am.
It’s true I’ve been mistaken
For someone who gives a damn.
But never do I exaggerate.
I’ve told you a million times
Being a rude sarcastic bitch
Is not one of my crimes.
You’d have to hear the tone of my voice
To appreciate all I’ve said.
So rather than keep on mucking about
I’ll chase a wild goose instead.
