“ You “       by Kathy Lewllowstone                     

I’m more important than you are                             

You haven’t done any good so far


You’re nothing compared to me

In fact, you’re lower than a flea


Even a tick is worth more than you

So is the crust on the bottom of my shoe


Slither back to hell where you belong

And stop doing people wrong


You’re known by many names

And you like playing deadly games


You sell confusion, but you can’t find a buyer

You’re not capable of reaching higher

That’s because you nothing but a liar