I'm so tired of your list --
Your "Should-Not/Should" list
Keeps me pissed...
If I lived in a Leper's Colony, would...
My civilian peers think THEY know best ~
Would they rant and rave
That I should not live with folks in a cave...?
Would they say I should come over more;
I should no longer hang in that 'hood,
That I'm just becoming a terrible bore...
Or would they assert they know JUST why
I'm in the mess I'm in...
"Why,
you just need to use MY moisturizer on your skin...!"
Then, why O why, do they think...
They can define how to swim not sink
In this new world I find myself in:
This "Child-Loss Griever Untouchables Den"?
So I ask you,
If a wood-chuck could chuck wood...
how much wood would a wood-chuck chuck
If a wood-chuck could chuck wood?
Likewise,
If a non-griever could grieve grief...
how much grief could a non-griever grieve
if a non-griever could grieve grief?
If a non-Child-Loss-Griever thinks he could
Live in a Griever's skin for a day,
How long do you think he'd make it in our 'hood
Without crying out, running away,
Or without sinking under the depressive load
Of sorrow, or of th' angst of his ignorant goad,
"You've lost a child; that's no biggie~
Just move on you big fat sissy!"
He'd be in for another think or two
If he thinks he could swim not sink,
Sopped in such ignorant goo...
So all I can say to these bratty finks
Who sell their wares with nary a blink,
(I could tell them a thing or two
if I could maintain some calm reserve),
Or I could just say what they deserve,
When they come 'roun with their nasty goo,
"Just leave me alone! GO! Shoo, fly, Shoo!"
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