My time does not permit romantic hours
I do not have the need to be so gay.
I have an allergy to blooming flowers
I don't need skies of blue to make my day.
I've got so many things I need to do
And I can't let you interrupt my flow.
I don't need much of anything from you -
So I suggest you turn around and go.
My day does not afford me too much space -
Spare time is not a luxury, you see.
I need my energies to run life's race
I don't have time for anything, but me.
In living for myself, it will be clear
Why when I read this poem, no one's here.