Sickly Antisocial Child Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

So you want to 'now talk' to the man in his shiny white coat.
What changed?
Oh so when I ignore you it's wrong?
Okay and I'm the little boy boo hoo.
Achoo, do you happen to have a tissue?
Or would you prefer to shake my hand as is, and get germs all over it.
Not personal, not so personal.
Let not talk about it, for that matter lets not talk about anything at all.
Ignoring the phone call, without a voice the emphasis on certain emotions expressed needs to be addressed anyways.
Dear you know who, do you have any clue?
Of course you do.
And this is to you.
Your welcome to argue.