In the great and grand scheme of things
There are times when you
Just want to be left alone.
No sad reminders, no heartaches on raven wings,
No heavy responses that soak to the bone.
No tap tap tap tapping,
And oh please! No rapping.
No stupid commercials or
Soap opera crying.
No teasing or taunting,
Nothing so daunting
That skills must be tested.
It all seems so trying.
Please, let me sit.
Just let me sit and clear
The gray matter of cumbersome clues.
It won’t take long to rejuvenate,
Then I’ll be ready for your gruesome news.
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