Believing you are owed clarity,
Amuses.
I have no lapses of stored patience
To share.
Or a moment of curiosity left,
That concerns you.
Remember those outrageous points of view I had?
Remember the look of disgust you gave me,
In the comfort of your judgemental friends.
Oh by the way...
What happened to them?
Believing you are owed clarity,
Amuses.
I owe you nothing...
But my back.
And absence!
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