My dreary domesticated days are done
Demanding diva is my new status
I've risen above the dirt and grime
No more just existing and slipping in slime
'Cause I'm done.
Put that in the scratch box
I'm done
Take a number, go suck on some rocks.
I'm done
Make an appointment, email me your request
If it suits me
I'll let you know as long as it gives me some zest.
I will let you know
If I will toss or throw
Your butt
Right out the door...
Don't expect a quick reply
I won't stress if you mope or cry
I don't care if you lose
And I definitely won't polish your shoes
I'm done
Put that in the scratch box
I'm done
Take a number if you want it done
I'm done
Put that in my outbox
Too bad, 'cause I'm done.
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Love and Irritations
PoetryFacades are a fact of life, but some covers are true to life.