“I don’t Need You…”
“I don’t need you”, you glibly say,
So to a corner push
Me and my ‘stuff-of-life’ you view
As ‘pablumatic mush’.
It likely is, God knows it drowns
Me under trash quite deep,
And trips me up – I can’t find things
Midst junk too deep to sweep.
But that’s the point – junk pushed aside
Looks deep when in a pile;
It’s not as obvious when spread
O’re time, and space, and style.
I’ve taken hope – for that is true
Of folks, why even lout –
When pushed aside from social scene,
Looks deeper from without!