What Business Is It Of Yours? Poem by Noah Body
What Business Is It Of Yours?
What business is it of yours?
There aren't any guided tours
No push button voices to explain
How everything got this insane
No pamphlets with maps on the back
To navigate this land of black
There is no opening in the walls
To let the madness heed the calls
No entrances that may be true
No exits to let it threaten you
You're safe in your life filled world
In the dark with the beast I am curled
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4/26/2024 1:20:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hunt that beast out Tony, show him the exit.dark but clever poem.