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Vicky
Your character is tricky
You’ve fingers in everyone’s pies
All you tell are lies

You think the world revolves around you
Your ego can fill a room
Plus your attitude stinks of gloom

You try and control everything around you
If it don't fit
It gets on your tit

I'm sick of you trying to control
And your nosey ways
Your doing my patience in
I don't wish to breach the peace

You think everyone goes out to see you
That’s no-where near true
We meet up with you due to being obliged

You've made it a chore
The group is now torn
You’ve poisoned the core

The last thing you want is for the group to split
But you need to mend your meddling ways
Otherwise others may stay away