And I'm a selfish bitch
For thinking my time is my own
But pray argue with the thing that demands I give it all my minutes
That I must confine to my room to carry out its bidding
Of thinking thoughts that go around and around
But what an excuse
To deem an invisible creature
The perpetrator of your squalid ways
Surely you can just blink and it will go away
Or some wishing or willing will do
How dare you even imply that it is a being that need be argued with
How dare you
Poor insignificant child
But surely whilst you were in your coop
Thinking of how you could do great things with your many tomorrows
Could you not also think how he might not be here.
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