I wrote this the other day when a lady at worked told me to grow some balls. I found what she said to be humorous so I wrote this poem. If only she knew.... Intro: They call us pissants, thats the ironic thing when a pissant gets pissed their words tend to sting. PISSANTS The other day this lady said, "Girl, you need to grow some balls quit being one of those pissants getting beat on in the halls" I looked at her and kinda frowned; looked her right in the eyes said, "Excuse me ma'am but I don't recall, askin for your advice. So I dont need your sympathy and if I did you'd hear from me. So kindly please, take your words and shove them up your ass; I dont want you to talk to me unless I come to ask. " Well I knew this lady wasn't ready, for what I had declared; Cos, she shut her trap and got real quiet and pretended that she cared. "My, my i'm so sorry I guess I pinned you wrong. I never guessed, with your quietness your mind would'a been so strong" With that said, I turned away and walked outta her sight but not before I flipped her off leaving her mortified.
haha, great stuff. the only thing is the last line throws off the rhythm. In my mind, saying "and left her feeling mortified" flows better. Just my $.02