Busy Bodies.
I am sorry, why do I have to report to you
On my comings and going and everything that I do.
No one made you lord and master.
The only one that is worthy of that title is my pastor.
Your nose is doing more than just smelling.
How much info you blurted out, there’s no way of telling
Respect the word privacy.
Who appointed you to investigate me.
Don’t I leave you alone.
Your most intimate secrets remain in your home.
What’s wrong with your life, that you try to pin-point my every move
With a magnifying device.
Suppose I turn the table?
And poke into your life when ever I am able.
Is there no limit to what you might do.
I think it’s time to give your nose a curfew.
I hope your getting the hint.
Yes it’s time to give up that hound dog scent.
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