You don’t need to be here,
I won’t miss you for real.
Stay out of my sight,
my life and my pride.
Your sermons make me seethe.
Begone and let me breathe.
I can see through your fibs,
the sly goads and the cribs.
Could you do me a favor?
Churn me out of your matter.
You don’t need to be here.
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