Misery Is All They See II

There it is.
I have to have it!
Of course I know what it is.
I'll get as much of it as I can...
Bring it back and we can share.
Don't go anywhere.
Nothing makes me happier,
Than giving most of it to you.
And you say I'm not caring?
You stay where you are.
Let me handle this!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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