Ode to a hateful bitch

For the second time Ms Uppity spits significant hate at my doorstep.
She looks at me with malice, like I am the reason for all her problems.
Whatever they are.

Ms. Uppity's children get into fist fights, make messes outside
and run around unattended. Ms Upittys own children called her a bitch
But she doesn't see it. Ms Uppity thinks that IM a bad mom.

Ms. Uppity runs around with a smile on her face that doesnt fool anyone.
If Ms Uppity walked by, a jungle would silence itself.
Ms. Uppity's children flinch at her call,
she probably emasculates her husband.
Mrs Uppity thinks that I'm a bad person.

Well Ms. Uppity, may it all come back to you.
May all the poison you've laid at my door
find a trail back to its mother,
the cauldron of hate.

Here's to you Ms. Uppity.
You can shove all that judgment right up you ass.