Who's Business Anyway's
If looks could kill with a silent smirk.
Air the laundry, a peace of work.
Do on to others as on to you.
Screw you first, tighten the screw.
Fate has no furry like a woman scorned,
take my word you were warned.
So do tread lightly on thin ice, I warned you once,
I warned you twice.
Cast a stone a glass house shatter, My business not
yours what does it matter?
Keep your nose out got nothing to say, or evil eye I will
give away!
Will come back three times you will pay, will wait for fate to reveal that day.
With words of hurt that are spoken, curses cast, cannot be broken.
Wish you best for the worst, with desert sands die of thirst.
Keep talking shit and hurt for me,
You will get your's just wait and see.
poem by Gary Kedron
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