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When I have to make you mad
I’m trying to get something done
Something that you didn’t finish
Once it was begun
But when you try to make me sad
As sad as anyone
It’s perfectly clear that you’re really
Only having fun
All this repetition
Of things which you already know,
Futile — trying to maintain
A place in which good work can grow,
All this exercise of will
Just to make the basics stick —
I do hope you understand
It’s making me very sick
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The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts
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