You Don’t Have to Like Me

You don’t have to like me.
The world’s all kinds of grimy.
Anyone you meet could be
Cruel, corrupt, two-timey.

You don’t have to like me.
The way’s all kinds of windy.
Anyone you meet could be
Nicer, better, shiny.

You won’t find many like me.
I’m kindly known as “feisty.”
Anyone you meet would be:
“He’s crooked, buggy, bitey.”

You don’t have to like me.
You just can’t help yourself.

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