Emma brought in my cake and then acted
Like a bitch, which she is, or seems to be
No doubt there are good reasons, but what did
Happen to her is not my fault. Why me
Should be the scapegoat is a mystery
Tonight, to make things worse, the Christmas ball
Her idea, I might add, consequently
Now I'm not even excited at all
I know it'll be petty, boring, dull
Unless the others compensate her deeds
And wish to keep the group nice and friendly
As it had become, till Steve tried to pull
His bullshit management trick. Should I speed
On my way? Everybody does, but me...
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