I'm Just Not That Way Inclined
IM JUST NOT THAT WAY INCLINED
Picking at my threads, hoping I will fall apartThey, cold as icicles, and really have no heart
When gossip is rife, their mumblings, I abideHiding behind their curtains, so, so pop-eyed
Cleaning their glasses, as not to miss a thingSeen, I can as almost hear, their phones ring
Sheer hatred bounces off me; windows crackTheir failure at decorum; they so flamin' lack
So need to get a life, but preferable not mineCoz I ain't you, I'm just not that way inclined
Indiana Shaw . . . : /
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2022
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