Born mean as hell, learned a better way, so keep your negative say. Anyway, I got to go to my mother-in-laws for Christmas dinner and I plan to be nice, make a sacrifice. It's best for my wife and for me. Just a poem so don't get rattled. I'm not mirroring anyone but me in the past. If you're a mean person, enjoy or destroy, whatever floats your boat.

Walking down the street,
nothing but mean people I meet.
As I did my Christmas shopping,
all the fools were miserably hopping.
I was beginning to feel the same,
not me I told myself by name.

The more I tried to resist,
the more the mean ones bald their fist.
Mean people make you want to fight,
until you find out love has more might.
Love gives one peace of mind,
even as the devils try to blind.

Mean people are full of self bull,
most of them are stubborn as a mule.
They are either selfish or jealous,
this is why they are so callous.
A hole is waiting for us all,
being mean lessens the call.
Not only does it shorten the span,
it's also a stupid plan.

All you mean people can kiss my grits,
I use to be mean and it gave me the s-its.
Got tired of stinking on me,
because of the stupidity I refused to see.
If you can't self confess,
make sure you love living in your mess.

Might as well have your fun,
before lifes final stun.

Off to mother-in-laws for dinner,
and I will be a winner.

I hope, hehe.

G