If You Handled Your Business

Come on and handle it quick.
Your business.
Handle it quick and then split.
Your business.
Tired am I of your lip.
It's twisted.
And I deserve none of it.
It's real sick.

'Cause you're too busy pitching what's imagined,
But,
Does no exist.
It's unrealistic and I feel ballistic.

Come on and handle it quick.
Your business.
Handle it quick and then split.
Your business.
Tired am I of your lip.
It's twisted.
And I deserve none of it.
It's real sick.
It's unrealistic and I feel ballistic.

And if you handled your business,
The air between us would not stay thick!

Come on and handle it quick.
Your business.
Handle it quick and then split.
Your business.
'Cause...
You're too busy pitching what's imagined,
But...
Does no exist.
It's unrealistic.
I feel ballistic.

And if you handled your business,
The air between us would not stay thick!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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