SHE’S DIFFICULT 

Meet me for a cocktail
I think I could use a drink
A few vodka dry martinis
Perhaps I should see a shrink. 

Am I really all that difficult?
Everyone gets on my nerves
I can’t take the repetition 
Should we order some hors d’oeuvres? 

At the office, in the break room
After work, sometimes at lunch
I can’t stand to listen to them
I don’t want to meet for brunch. 

All the cutesy conversation
I get bored, I want to run
Can’t deal with all their nonsense
For me, it’s just not fun. 

I need someone to talk to 
Who is interesting and smart
I don’t care about their boyfriends
The last one that broke their heart.

I don’t watch, “Big Brother”
Or  “Dancing With The Stars?”
I have tickets to the Opera
You don’t know how dumb they are. 

I watch the news each evening
Set on MSNBC
They watch reruns of “The Bachelorette”
They’re worlds apart from me. 

I can’t go on pretending
I’m afraid I need to go
I’m considering transferring
You’re the only one that knows.

I don’t want to be judgmental 
I should be more tolerant
I should be less harsh and critical
Yes, I know that makes more sense. 

But, I just can’t take their company
It’s just too much for me
They cackle, snort and carry on
Obsessed with their TV’s. 

Maybe once I start my new job
I can see a therapist
Maybe she can help me to relate
And, be less prejudice.

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