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The people who matter don’t care.
The ones who really care what I do with my hair,
Will never matter to me, so there.
Their opinion is worthless,
Their life of no use,
Their Kingdom is baseless,
Their jokes don’t amuse.
So watch me smile at your schadenfreude.
Your issues with Freud are significant to none.
Your words are written in crayon by a dumb, dumb blonde.
Enjoy your misery when your joy is gone.
I hope you are happy for then you must fall.
Leave me to write bee stories,
Because after all...
You have nothing to write on a broken wonderwall.
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Comments1
A poem of relationship. Well done
Thank you. Please let me know if there is any problem with this poem, because I just had to delete a comment from somebody, that didn't seem to have anything to do with the poem.
I see nothing wrong with it at all but then I am not as sensitive as some that take offense at the slightest of things like dumb blonds and German references. I liked it
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