I want you to be gone by the count of three.
I want you to respect my dignity.
Why should I care?
Why should I even bother?
I want you gone, 1, 2, 3.
That poem is definately different for me. I am still getting use to poems just coming out of me. It's weird. I am use to having mental block at times, where I have ideas, but can't utilize them creatively.
TPKyteroo jaunting off
(can't remember title to song so wrote phrase that is going thru my head)