The Gang
To join the gang was not my plan,
I sit back and watch them spit and shake hands,
I see them constantly mimic the other,
Standing in line to compete, even though their all sisters and brothers,
You gotta have a name to get in this circle,
But I didn't agree with the rules they enforced on each other,
They tried so hard for so many years,
To get me to initiate within their sphere,
Personally I liked each and every one,
And I would tell each one seperately, I'm not up for that fun,
I know I'm with each of you for a reason,
And sometimes it's only for a season,
But please don't involve me, because I cannot agree,,
I would rather see you all individually.
Copyright © Cortney Bartholomew | Year Posted 2015
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