strange message
are u executing me? in text?
the gossip mongers on the
corner
they too have so much
to talk about.
phones phones.
just becase u’re the
birthday girl darlin’
that don’t mean u
got the right to
spit on my night
… my song
punishin' me
just a wee bit?
for my own good perhaps?
go right ahead
im not fallin’ for the
tricks
you play.
im too hard
im too bold
and u don’t get me
any more.
i think u’re missing the
point
in any case
where do i stand?
i hear you asking
how do i stand it?
that’s the question
when you are constantly
pressing me me over
and out
© Rebecca Rennie 2008
