Whatever
You can call me mad
Or call me bad,
You can even call me sad or whatever.
You can think me a nutcase,
Or a hard case,
Even a basket case or whatever.
I will only shrug my shoulders and say whatever,
No matter what the weather.
But should you err in even thinking of me as a charity case,
Well that would be a bird of a different feather,
And would call for a change in the weather.
With my best advice for you to change tack
And reset your course for a safer climate.
Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2016
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