Why must you bother me with questions
all the time? Who are you and who am I?
I can tell when you have questions on your mind,
questions that you want answers for. Your eyes
light up and you scan the area for victims.
Well guess what? I don't know! I don't care!
Find someone else to pester or harass,
there's many people here. Look at them all - ready
and willing to jump for you as you open your mouth.
Me please leave alone.
No matter how much I study, prepare or think about
the answers, I will never have them. I don't like
the questions, so to comment on them gives me
little or no pleasure.
All I can make is an educated guess,
If I open my mouth I end up in a mess!
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