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Author: naughtgreen
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-12-06 - Updated: 03-12-06 - id:2131081

Once she’s been offended there is never any turning back
Pride is the most potent thing in the world
I mean, what comes before pride? More pride
You don’t even have to be mad at anything real
If I have a trace of insolence, slap me
Threaten all sorts of threats

The bitch at the window told me a special story
About how she knows this person and that person
She acted like she had some sort of control over me
And I dared to bother that control

How could I dare be so rude?
I mean, that was a vile sense of ill will
How dare I try to be friendly?
I am a monster to befriend you
I took your side. I agreed with you. That wasn’t enough
I’m glad you put me in my place though
I might have continued to go around disrespecting assholes left and right
You saved me from a lifetime of being happy with myself the way I am
Now I can try to destroy my persona to make one that pleases others. I’ve freed myself from being burdenless

The bitch at the window told me a special story
About how she knows this person and that person
She acted like she had some sort of control over me
And I dared to bother that control

No. Back off. I’ve done nothing to you
At least I’ve learned a valuable lesson
This lesson will last me forever
I can’t be friendly or I’ll be fucked
It’s so simple
I can’t be nice. I have to be cold and aloof
That way you aren’t offended by joviality
I will say only the flattest words possible
If only there were more people like you in the world
Thank the lady for her story and now go suck your thumb
My first lesson was in keeping my rage bottled up
I never did that before
That’s the first step
The next several steps involve bottling up more positive emotions
Those get in the way
I might be rude by trying to relate with my customers
Empathy is a no-no
I have to be a worm
Less than a worm. What worms eat. Lower. What worms shit.

The bitch at the window told me a special story
About how she knows this person and that person
She acted like she had some sort of control over me
And I dared to bother that control

Next time you see me I’ll be smiling mechanically with no emotion involved
I’ll use trite phrases that have absolutely no meaning, like “Have a nice day”
But at least you got to put me in my place
Me and my insolence
Once she’s been offended there is never any turning back



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