It’s Your Fault

Your life is your fault. Be it good or bad
Your life is your fault, be it happy or sad
The way you react is yours to choose
Composure of mood, that’s yours to lose

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Say It First

Those shoes aren’t right. What were you thinking?!
Match with that jacket? Gosh, you must be drinking
How much do you weigh? Is that not a lot?
No wonder those trousers barely fit your butt
You’re into whose music? Have you no taste?
How do you enjoy that? You’re a disgrace.

Droll Troll

It’s not a nice name, troll, troll, troll
Not flattering, nor friendly, not at all
Fail? I don’t think so, doesn’t really fit
It does not reflect my searing wit
The jolly japing, the funny asides
It all gentle ribbing, I tell no lies