I am running in circles around my head again;
make it stop.
People are shouting things that they are not really saying;
make it stop. theyaretryingtoconditionmetospeakhowtheywouldlikeformetospeak; make it stop already…
Social Working is gona suck me dry;
make it stop. ormaybenot…MaryBee is not sucked dry just yet…
I need to fall into an equationsoon;
make it stop, please. <<‘please’?youseethat!youhavesucceededinconditoningthegirlformofJesus!
THIRTY-FIVE and still not married?!;
make it stop now.
I can no longer make it stop like how I used to,
I think like She;
make it stop, PLEASE.
pEOPLE ARE TEACHING ME TO BE LIKE THEY ARE…
Make it stop.
They do not mean to;
I am like your sponge,
there will be no turning back.
I am like a sponge.
For, I am made of Iron and spongy stuff.
I AM NOT A SPONGE.
I AM NOT PARTICULARLY SPONGY, for I am made up of Iron, and Red Wine. I am like a sponge and ‘they’ do not mean it.
I mean it.
I meant to.