Some don’t want to do politically correct
While I’m pouring over it every single day
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I am the person
Who creaks along
Your ceiling
Trying so very hard
Not to disturb
You
But I know you
Hear me anyway
Squeaking above
So I silence, hoping
It’s better for
You
Is it?
So God,
Do we settle it down
Or let it blow?
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