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.