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Buzzzzzzzzzz

Stop that!

No really, I can’t stand that

and you’re doing it again

just to get under my skin,

and it’s the only sort of pleasure

you could get from such a

passive aggressive display of disdain.



But I’m not listening,

I’m off

in my own little world

where I’m a bug flying through the sky

on wings of cellophane and wires

from seven notebook spirals,

and I can see through fifty different eyes

cuz that’s how many little shining circles

i was able to apply

before the glue ran dry.

You do that to me all the time,

use up all my supplies

on purpose

cuz you like make me cry.

That’s why you always take what’s mine

and use it up without asking if it’s fine.



You’re glaring at me through the window

while you run in circles

I’ve no time to figure out

what makes you pierce my gaze

with daggers from your own

cuz someone came into my room

and pulled out all my notebooks,

taking out the spirals

and leaving just the pages in a stack

I’ve got to put them back

before you think I made a mess

and make me fess up to taking

just a little bit here and there

a dab, a cut, a scribble

and then you’ll yell something about

the way I always do anything I can

to break your concentration, ruining your plan

to have a day where things go off without a hitch,

whatever that means.



You’re doing it again!