Invisible, in this little glass booth
Sound enters my ear, then exits my tooth
Foreign ambassadors deliberate
Tone-deaf boss, joking inappropriate
I interpret his words just as uncouth
Then the next day, while chatting on the phone
My daughter chides, Mom, you must be a clone
You gotta know that you talk just like him
Biting words, my daughter’s criticism
My, when did my little girl get so grow...