Wanna
So You wanna push my buttons,
Which one will you press next?
Advise you not to do it and when
I’m really stressed…
For I don’t know all my buttons
Hence a clear forewarning-
You may find to push my buttons
Will bring great pain or even mourning.
Know you wanna to do it;
Your itch- you can’t refrain,
Though pushing one mere button,
Could hurl a hurricane.
You wanna push my buttons;
A wanna-be-pervert,
Try to shed a tear
You don’t wanna truly hurt.
Much variety of feelings
Think Think I’m not no toy,
Just try and push my buttons
Then you I may destroy.
Oh I see you have some buttons too
Nowhere near as many as me,
Let’s just leave them to be buttons
Buttons, Leave them be.
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2020
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