I'll Get It

Stop. Okay?
I'm trying my best
I'm not going away
Unlike the rest

I know your trouble
I'm trying to help
Your making my blood boil
When all you do is yelp

Stop your harass
it doesn't aid
With this problem, I could pass
Hope, by an other, you will be saved

I'll get it
You bet
With my wit,
you don't have to fret

I don't need the pressure
of things that are awry
I can only take a measure
before my brain will just fry

Though I'm not going to depart
Something that you should believe
I know your true heart
So why do you question mine to leave?
♠ ♠ ♠
Kimberly Piet © 2008