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David Robinson

You Don't Like That

The beat king spreads himself against the wall
Waiting for his visitor to call
The empty room brings comfort
To the things he cannot face
A broken glass, an open book
A dusty, empty space.

You don't like that.

Loser girl, stop blaming everyone
Turn around, forget about what's done
You don't find sense, you don't find joy
You won't get help from this old boy
The worthless child is full of love
Try looking at me now.

You don't like that.

© David Robinson