They’re gonna keep on pushing, pushing
Poke the sore spots.
Keep on poking, poking, poking
And they won’t stop.
You’ve got to let off steam now and then
They want to push you until you blow your top.
Let it out when it won’t hurt anyone.
Keep the lid in your control.
Anybody can poke
Anyone can blow
Some people like to stir the post
To see what kind of damage they can do.
They stir and poke and prod
Until the lid pops
Then they blame you for blowing
Even though they’re the ones who refused to stop.
For every kid who throws a tantrum or food
Every spouse who demanded to be fed
Everyone who ever complained because
Things didn’t go their way.
For every one who tweets and shouts
And acts like their word is superior
You’re not the only one here
Stop your poking, pushing, whining,
and just grow up.