No Business Poem by Eillio Imbasciati
No Business
He became impersonal, clinical even
Since he put in the effort to improve
Creating a certain way of being,
Once commiserated to himself how satisfying the payoff felt
But then other people came along,
Made a mess of things
He had to start over,
So exhausting
No business, no business of theirs,
All that cleanup, and having to begin anew
Much ado about peace of mind,
Shoved aside by callous and obtuse aggression
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