What you think of me… (Poem)

What you think about me is none of my business So why are you always trying to make it mine? And why do you think my business is yours? Your business must be struggling with all that wasted time You must have worry carts lined out the door Full of so many worries you can’t cash them out

Free to Roam (Poem)

Leave me alone I’d rather not feel Cat scratch on a shed Free to roam