BUSY BODY

She’s over the top
She talks  way too much
She can’t keep a secret
Why can’t she just hush?

She flits all around
Flapping her lips
All over town
I’m so tired of it.

A true busy body
A meddling fool
Sits out on her porch 
 On an old, wooden stool. 

Watches the traffic
Counts all the cars 
Knows where you’re going
Knows who you are. 

She has ADD
She’s up and she’s down
She gets in her car
And drives all around. 

Watches your movements
Knows what you do
A voyeur,  a stalker
Yeah, she’s watching you. 

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories and songs.

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