I have found myself in the midst of situations
I should have never gotten myself into.
I fail to stop and contemplate,
Would this be the best thing,
Or the worse thing to do?
Suddenly, I decisevly maintain,
What the fuck?!?
I don't really care what happens anyway.
I've no one to answer to, save myself.
Always, I decide, I'll be the judge,
As well as the director,
In the course of this performance called my life.
Who do you think the fuck you are, anyway?!?
Dis someone important die and make you the behavior police?
I don't care what you think I am doing wrong,
Or what I might possibly be doing right.
It's none of your fucking business,
You know that's true.
You're not qualified enough to be my judge,
Or even the jury, still out and debating
What I should do differently to improve this time.
Go out and get your own fucking life,
And leave mine alone.
I've managed thus far without you,
Your opinions, even once, I've never desired.
Just shut your fucking mouth,
Or I'll shut it for you permanantly,
I promise I will,
For one last damn time.

If you [Log In] as a member you can discuss this work with others