Done Flower
That’s it. I’ve had it.
I’ve over it. Done.
I’m packing my bags,
I can’t stand it. I’m done.
I’m over this garbage,
this mouldy old bun.
I’m over cats, over dogs,
over everyone.
Old cups and wrappers
thrown in the sun;
no thought for my home
too obsessed with fun!
That’s it. I’ve had it.
I’m over it. Done.
I’m packing my bags,
I can’t stand it. I’m done.











