Wrong Road Taken

The moment you began to assess, Where I lived and how I dressed... And my choice to choose, The mode of public transportation... I was happy to select. I knew you were on the wrong road taken, With a belief upon it I would follow. I 'still' don't know why it is you perceive, Your abilities to name drop, Should have an effective impression on me... Will have me wishing access to social teas, And network with those who charade... Proper etiquette and correct successful qualities? The success I've obtained has 'had' me pleased. And guess what? That's why I prefer to take the bus. With a knowing I am surrounded by reality. And I associate with folks who have no interest, In pretentiousness to give or receive that reflects... Noticeable insecurities I long ago have left.