Hey, dear! Try me on for size,

before you decide to despise

my response to your false praise

that spectacularly failed to amaze.

 

I’m not what you’ve painted,

and significantly differ from a nun.

But if you wish to be closely acquainted,

with my ire, push, that’ll be fun.

 

I am choosing my silly battles

I am being lazy or may be wise,

and if I am laying idly in the crater

it’s because I have no wish to rise.