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Busy People

People.... mYsTiFy. Some I don't get. 

They act like we've never met.

They've plans, their afternoons are set.

They work, in their sleep they fidget.

Heart disease? They'll go ahead and fret.

It's about their office and their mile-high docket.

"Hello! Sorry, I've got to jet!"

Or, they'll stare through their socket,

Eyes angry, eyes wet,

their pens on their desk going tet-tet-tet.

Get out, like a rocket!

They've a gun in their pocket!


It doesn't seem they will let,

nor go fishing, cast a net,

chillax, get a pet


and take it to the vet.




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