A poem, just for you
What did I do,
To inconvenience you?
You listen, then ignore
I know I’m such a bore,
But please tell me before you leave.
Angels, demons, heaven and hell,
Are all better than you not able to tell.
Yes, I know I’m odd,
Then again, I’m no God.
You don’t listen and don’t hear,
But it isn’t your ship you have to steer.
I’m not taking it anymore,
This time I’m not listening,
And it’s serotonin galore.