Original Poems

Agitant

Why must you be an agitant,
And so provoke me with your ways?
I walk by and I look at you,
And I’m besotted, then, for days

I’d like to lead a quiet life,
I’d like to get my head on straight;
But you are such an agitant,
My heart and mind are gone and I
Am left to pay the freight

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