Not a day goes by, you don't fuss,

With condescending talk to us,

Acting like you're above us all,

But what goes up has got to fall.

Dreading that time of day,

When we sit down and stare your way,

What did we ever do,

To start this ordeal with you?

Your little games,

They're falling apart,

And you will never,

Break out heart.

It's time for a change,

That you won't erase,

A dose of your own medicine,

We'll let you taste.