Your opinion once so important
Is nothing to me
So mate
If my space you hate
There’s block
Which you can lock
But I am not asking
You to rate
Or berate
Or even state what
Is your hate
This is my space
And my choice
With my voice
To rant and rave
In often bad poetic state
What I feel
To be real
That’s just my deal
I am past the scare of care
Of what you feel
I use block with a liberal lock
And you can too
Or If it’s a chore and a bore
Just bloody ignore
