Things have changed, look at my face.
Can’t brand me a bitch, put me in my place.
You laughed, and snickered, unclever retorts!
Hold tight to your lines, you need your cohorts.
You exacerbate, hush, and patter.
I’m not gorging a dish of conciliate matter.
Winds are changing, deck hands revolting.
It’s blowing, blowing, you’re blown!
Pity, poor pity, word has grown.
I laugh, and snicker, where’s your retort!?
You’re little and foolish, of no import.