No Me Gusta

I don't like people who talk so much about other people,
I don't like those who judge me non-stop,
I don't trust those who use me as an excuse
And justify their way of acting in this way.

I don't like the rumors that spread from mouth to mouth,
They spread like a virus, aiming to be true,
I don't understand the appeal of wasting time
Critiquing the lives of others.

I don't like those who talk behind a colleague's back,
And smile to their face, and kiss them, and hug them,
Their poisoned affection that is so fake and so bad
Like cheap whiskey they give me in the early morning.

I don't like the cliques that close themselves off in their farce,
They seriously sadden me if I have to endure them,
I don't like people who ooze prejudices
And categorize and label you, boasting about their morals.

I don't tolerate in my domain the discord and lies,
I don't offer shelter or bed to those who worship devotion,
I'm uncomfortable with those who make others' lives
Their novel, their gossip, their culture, and their passion.

And I don't intend, with this, to give lessons on manners,
Nor do I intend to be Mr. Good, or sell myself as such,
But there are times in life when it's better to speak clearly
And I was getting a little tired of listening and staying silent.