You have too much time

On your hands

So you burn it

Writing about irrelevant dribble

And I’m caught in the middle

In the middle

So it seems

That I am not part of your plans

Nor your dreams

And I have acknowledged this

But I don’t understand why

You make me cuss and cry

If you deep inside

You Have any feelings left for me

If you did then you would be right back at me

right back with this

but you don’t so

I spit and I hiss

Kiss the back of my fist

And carry on with the rest

of the needless day.

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