So Mean


She's so mean, the meanest I've ever seen.

Will fill you up with kindness, then strike out in mindless.


Rage of temper like a little child's trantrum.

It's her song, it's her anthem. 


When she hugs you, she sneaks a pinch.

Makes a mile, out of an inch.


Just some of you, her fingers on strong,

To wiggle and giggle, and hold on.


Until you cry out,"Hey!" in pain.

"Stop it, you witch!" (Can't say "bitch".)


She just smiles and carries on.

You want to hit her, but then, she's gone.


Leaving an empty spot where the pinch hurt.

Wishing she'd come back and do it again.


Copyright 2000 © Ronald W. Hull




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