My hair was the wrong color So I dyed it And I felt much better I wouldn’t put up with it So I left And I took my horse And the cookie dough I couldn’t stand it And I told them so And they didn’t take me seriously So I left And I was happy For a time You were all I dreamed of But it was an illusion And I thought I could fight it But you wouldn’t stand beside me And so I sent you on your way Do you see the pattern I finally do I have a low tolerance for bullshit And I won’t put up with it Not for five minutes Not for forty years And I don’t trust any of you…