Wow, what a headline, eh? That's the theme for this week's Poetry Potluck, over at Jingle Poetry. So, crank up your creative mind, write a poem, sonnet, haiku or some other written delight and share it with us at Jingle Poetry.
Things I used to believe...
What's all the fuss about, I'm fine.
Why don't they just leave me alone, I'm fine.
I don't have a problem, I'm fine.
Hell, I'm not hurting anyone,
It's just a few drinks, maybe a joint or two.
I work hard, I deserve to party.
Besides, I can stop anytime I want.
There's lots of people worse than me,
I just like to party a little bit,
what's the harm in that?
I'm not hurting anything.
You need to mind your own damn business, I'm fine.
I never said I'd take care of that,
you've got your story all wrong.
I didn't hide that there, I don't know how it got there.
I pay my bills, I go to work.
Hell, I even got my degree and most of a Master's.
What do you mean I ought to get some help?
I'm fine I told you.
If God, my parents and you would just leave me alone,
everything would be a whole lot better.
I'm just fine the way I am, I am not hurting anyone.
Leave me alone.
I told you, I don't have a problem.