We Don'T Want It Poem by Ruth Gordon

We danced along with chance
And then we made another stance
Lie down or stand up
Lie down and fess up

You can keep your rotting hearts
Those detached bits and parts
We don’t want it
We won’t try to make it fit

We are not so keen to sever
Not this time, not ever

Keep squeezing yourself in those pants
So we can listen to your rants
We don’t care about what you do
Or whatever you put yourself through

Traumatize yourself why don’t you?
While I’m not perfect you’ll see
You’re just insane
As you smile and sip that cup of pain

We are not so keen to sever
Not this time, not ever