my new poem "Stuck Up Girl"

Hey stuckup girl
just who do you think you are
you act like you drive a
brand new car
you act like you own the world
stuckup girl, stuckup girl


We been to the place you work allot
I reckon you already forgot
You wait on my son and me
while we order donuts, coffee and tea


It wasn't a surprise seeing you at
the coffee shop
smiling laughing and talking to your friend
acting like your so hot


We passed right by you more than once
You didn't look at us
You didn't speak to us 
You just pretended not to notice us


It's mean of you to ignore us 
I call it a form of wickedness


There been times I encountered people like you
who only added to me feeling blue


So stuck up girl, stuck up girl
what makes you so special
Is it the perfect way you speak
the perfect way you act
and the perfect way you think you look


When we first moved to town
and started coming to the bakery
and you waited on us
You weren't the least bit friendly


And one day I passed you by on the street
you spoke not one word to me
stuck up girl, stuck up girl


Fed-up I mentioned how you treat us to the owner
and right in front of you to
only then did you start to act a little friendlier


It was just our bad luck to happen upon you in the coffee shop
I found the way you acted very upsetting
You really hurt my feelings
stuck up girl, stuck up girl


My son said he didn't care
He wasn't suprised at your snobbishness
He knows of your unkindness


You think your so great
You think your so smart
but you aren't
stuck up girl, stuck up girl


My son and I depressed, unhappy and lonely
while here you are fine, well and happy
By you ignoring us and treating us badly
Do you think your helping society


So why you got to be this way
Maybe your moma didn't teach you the right way
Or maybe you are just very big flawed
They'll come a day people won't be so awed


by you
Stuck up girl, stuck up girl
you really need to get a clue




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