After Your Death
They think that if they whistle,
I'll lose my cool.
But that won't happen,
because I am no one's fool-
They're childish behavior,
will have no effect on me.
Because I have God's Holy
and Sacred tranquility-
So whistle until you spend
your very last breath-
Fore you will be judged
by God after your death.
Note: Dedicated to certain individuals @ work (A.C.).
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