Meddling with the rosters.
A complaining monster.
With a face contorted and grey.
Painted with anger and strong tones of disdain.
Not willing to help.
I´d wish she let her bad intentions melt.
When I approach the tenseness elevates.
Whatever I do I seem to aggravate.
Attempt saying hello...
A quick cold "Hi"!
Is it just me or does this woman wish I´d die?
Nothing is satisfactory,
something is always wrong.
I guess if she really wants me out-
it won´t take long.
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