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.