What to do

I see you over there
Probably talking about me
Sniveling, Sneering
Trying to ignore me.

I am not going to give in
Not a single bit
Not for you,
Not for anybody
Not even if you throw a fit.

Your gonna have to come to me
This only a little trip
To be anything to me
For this to be a friendship.

I must admit
I would like nothing more
For us just to be friends
And nothing else more.

But I doubt this will happen
Because I know you to well
You sit there and do nothing
But gloat and swell.

Copyright ©2001 Randy Scott