Door

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My ears are bleeding, my eyes are sore,
So why are you still knocking on my door?
Even if I pretend you aren't there,
You are even more persistent; it's not fair!
If I give you the attention you desire,
I'm certain it will start a fire
And my fist will fly
Like yoghurt from a Munch Bunch,
Impacing your face with a satisfactory crunch.

Why are you so desperate and needy? You act like a door salesman, cheap and easy.
I don't want your new things;
I don't want that shiny ring,
So stop posting love through my letterbox.

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