Frets Or Threats

Is this your phobia
Nobody but you and me can know
The smallest idea of acting
Just like the others

Cuts you up, why?
Maybe its not the worst
Thing that could happen this year
End till first, or, start till finish

She's so picky about that stuff
Backflips, assasinations, bruising
She doesn't see any of it! !
Hands over the face

The attention would not,
If it could
Be held on to by all of them
Please no more waste

by Andrew Hall

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