Whats Your Problem With Me
You all have to excuse me a minute, for I have to vent
Due to the fact of someone's ugly little comments
Asking me how I get all this time to write! shouldn’t I be at work?
Well unfortunately a few years back, I got seriously hurt
Sure I would love to have something to do, or somewhere to go everyday
But I’m somewhat how you put it, disabled as they say
And I don’t see where it’s your business that I must justify myself
How is it what I do affect you or anyone else
So what you think I should be doing something for a man of my age
If it bothers you that bad then why are you on my page
Trust me in my life this is not where I would rather be
Life dealt me this fate of disability
So why again is my life cause harm to you
My house is paid for my land and cars are too
My wife works full time and goes to school
My kids are full grown and doing whatever it is that they do
So tell me again why is my life such a problem to you
I see you read what I write almost everyday
And always have some very ugly things to say
For your information I write because this is what I choose to do
As a matter of fact I’ve written a book or two
Now if I have written anything in the pass to bother you at all
Then why is ti everyday you keep clicking on my wall
So what if what I write hit home , I think you still read because you be needing it
cause for some reason you keep clicking on and you keep reading it
Copyright © Robert Walker | Year Posted 2013
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