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Maybe it's Me

by K. Kylyra Ameringer

I don't like you.

I don't know what it is

You seem nice enough -

Other people like you

But I don't.

Nor your man there

Leaning by the fire.

I don't like the guy with the funny hair

Or herself with the earring through her nose.

I don't like the smokers in the corner

Or the drunkards at the bar.

I don't like the old woman

Slobbering at the young men;

I don't like the song you're singing.

I need this pint here

Just to get through the night;

Maybe it's me.