You Do This Most Of The Time Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
You Do This Most Of The Time
Why do you claim with innocence,
You get it...
When you don't.
Why do you claim with innocence,
You get it...
When you don't.
Why do you claim with innocence,
You get it...
When you don't.
Why do you make such claims,
To think it as a game.
And then you want to change,
Your mind everytime.
Why do you claim with innocence,
You get it...
When you don't.
Why do you claim with innocence,
You get it...
When you don't.
Why do you make such claims,
To think it as a game.
Why do you claim with innocence,
You get it...
When you don't.
And then you want to change,
Your mind everytime...
Without a reason or a rhyme,
Anywhere to find.
Why do you claim with innocence,
You get it...
When you don't.
And...
Without a reason or a rhyme,
In your mind.
Why do you make such claims,
To think it as a game.
And then you want to change...
Your mind.
Why do you claim with innocence,
You get it...
When you don't.
Why do you,
Change your mind.
Why do you,
Do this...
Most of the time.
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