I have the words ringing in my head
Words I’ve tried to live by
If you can’t say something nice then
Don’t say anything at all.
Yet ricocheting round inside is the glee
That dripped from your voice
As you remind me that this time
You’re in with the cool kids
That you were always desperate to join
A game of who has one upmanship
You say that you’re doing a charitable act
Of friendship for someone else
All you want is to pass the gossip on
And to say I was there because I am more
Than you like I always was.
I’m not surprised at the snub it’s not important
It’s your pleasure that cut more deeply
Yet you’ve not got a clue
Or maybe you have.