It's Poeple Like You: Poem by Sherry Painter

It's people like you,
How make my blood boil,
Always looking at the enterer, instead the enterer,
You criticize me before you get to know me,
You say things that you don't even know about, don't know a thing about me,
And you run your mouth,
With insults, names, and all that stuff,
And it makes my blood boil,
It makes me enraged,
It makes me sad,
And sad makes me mad,
And mad makes me.......