This is for me
and only me
so don't you go on reading
Don't need your voice
The sound, that noise
That blather, I'm not heeding
I'll run, I'll fly
I'll laze, I'll die
I'll drink like hell
or kiss and tell
I'll make a chef-d'oeuvre
and lock it away
or write clumsily
in complete disarray
I'm a psycho, I'm weird
perhaps, I'll grow a beard
I'll be a good girl, or may be not
Subsisting on junk
I'll clot, I'll rot
My ways, displays
will get me off your list
Or there isn't a list at all
if you're of those who got the gist.
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