amid exchanging recipes and malicious gossip
you rule your rude little queendom
the 'burbs are dying
the world so changed around you
all you can do is cling tighter
grow more snarky with the feared others
and in weak moments admitting you weren't
a very good friend while you waited to hear "oh it's alright..."
no you weren't a very good friend
but obviously it didn't trouble you sufficiently
to do anything about it
but who expects respect from well-off only children?
who but a fool would think he was not part
of the hectoring of inferiors?
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