Oh You Who

Oh you who have got a sharp sting to your tongue
Your better days past you no longer are young
Those not on your side to you do seem all bad
Such thinking for one of your age it does seem a bit sad.

With brown hair dye and makeup you cover your wrinkles and gray
Though plainly you have known a far better day
At remarks not meant for you offence you do take
And a foe of your type is not that hard to make

Of the greatness of the God that you pray to you openly brag
And your pride it is carried in your National flag
Some women grow older but they don't grow wise
You do seem so angry you've got angry eyes.

Your ego inflated by your self conceit
Though one or two like you live on every street
And though nicer than you would not be hard to find
To some people you too can be very kind.

And though to say the least to me you have been quite rude
With you I have no desire to start a feud
Of your select clique I will never be part
And your ill informed comments I do not take to heart.