For The Hater Raters
Jealously is such a terrible thing
So easy to feel but what does it bring?
It just hurts yourself and sadly others;
Safe to say: you weren't raised by my mother.
She would never stand for such nonsense,
She couldn't let her children be so dense.
So come, rate this a point five or a one,
And maybe you will think that you have won -
But it's a silly game you are playing.
So basically, this is what I'm saying:
When these fine wordsmiths are one day published
Each word you write will still be complete rubbish
The End
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