Your Poetry Dot Com - Thou shalt not JUDGE

You making me make a choice of mates,
Puts me into one of my bad mental states.
Is this wise you old fool?
Making me lose my cool,
You really want me to scream and shout.
Every move I make you always doubt.
As if you were the oh so ***** prefect child!
I’m sorry I will try to keep my language mild.
As if you never had a rude mate or one with a slightly tainted past.
Yet then I guess you have your judgement cast.
‘Thou shalt not judge’
Well in your case once made a choice you won’t listen or ***** budge.
You tell yourself I’m pure and innocent,
When you know better than that and you know how that’s meant.

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