Dance of the Disrespectful Dilemma

Oh, you think you’re hilarious, throwing shade my way, Like a cat with a laser, trying to steal my day. But I’ve got moves, I’ve got groove, I’m dancing on my feet, Turning disrespect into rhythm—yeah, I’m pretty elite! You toss your jabs like confetti, thinking you’re so clever, But I’ll catch each one with a smile—and maybe a feather. Because I know the secret, the trick to keep me chill, Is laughing at the nonsense—got humor, got skill! So go ahead, try to ruffle, try to make me mad, I’ll spin your words around me, make you look kinda sad. Respect’s a dance floor, and I’m stepping in style, With a wink, a grin, and a little bit of guile! Remember, when life’s rude, just turn up the fun, Because disrespect’s a game— and I already won!