In my life I never thought I see
A crueler group of people less than fair
Sad is the lot of all who dare
Time fly nothing done they do
Busybodies meddle constantly and fly
Bicker and flicker is their mind
No life to claim as their own
Seeking and following they stir up animosity
A fool they seek they cannot find
Forever embroiling and pad the truth with over eloquence
Too bad so sad no one cares to hear you know
Get a life and claim you own
We want to hear the crap in your life
Confess confess that you are the one you speak of
One who you chase knows you not and sees you not
Too bad so sad no one cares to hear you know
Watchful eyes see you villain and catch you soon
Life may not be with you soon
Watch your steep you sad lot
The fool you chase says good luck to you all
By Felicia McCaw
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