Chit Chat That You Patter

Don't be too late.
Or make me wait my patience's gone.
Don't be too late.
So much at stake I've bet on.

Don't be too late.
Or make me wait my patience's gone.
Don't be too late.
So much at stake I've bet on.

It's not about my cool,
You depend and count on.
Or a chit chat that you patter fast.
You depend and count on.
And it's not about 'rules'...
To change as if,
I'm a game that you play.

It's not about the rules.
Or that chit chat that you patter.
It's not about my cool.
Since to you that doesn't matter.
As long as I stay...
A game that you play.

Don't be too late.
It's not about my cool.
Or make me wait.
This is not about who rules.
So much at stake,
You will never realize because you've never sacrificed.

It's not about my cool.
Or a chit chat that you patter fast.
Or none you will identify...
As if to you it matters.
It's not about the rules.
Or deciding you will change your mind,
Whenever I give you my time.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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