This is our business, don’t want your two cents.
You don’t understand this confusion’s immense.
Just leave us alone as we go through this change,
You’re making it worse, my thoughts now deranged.
This is our business, no way is it yours,
Pretend you don’t see it, completely ignore.
You can’t read my mind, or peer in my soul,
Get out of our business have some self control.
This is our business, don’t make me shout,
Get out.
Get out.
Get out.
Get. Out.
written by me..
1 comment:
Nice poem. I love the ending...
Dont like what it stands for, though. ><
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