I do requests! The asks
that catch so that I leap
and ricochet off walls,
come back - to give
you that.
I give a lot, in easy
hard or tricky shot.
I give at once, and
I don't stop. I live
and love to serve.
So ask! I'll pop.
I either do or won't!
And if I won't - I'll pop
arrays of alt-ops options
doable, to same base purpose
- since you asked. Most askers
find, I cut a suit to fit their deal,
if I can't do exact what's asked,
still I can try to loophole, circle
workaround and hit the spot.
Or if no good, then I won't try.
So I don't do requests declined,
and then renewed.
For whosoever pushes past decline
must be opposed, right through.
No way. No how. No suit for you.
I either do or won't.
If asked? A question takes
decline, and no. Or it was
not a question - which,
we find out fast.
As no one should. Who
pushes past decline invades,
presumes, aggresses soft
but hard, persistent, strong
as if a game? As if this is
or could be how it's played?
Oh, nah.
You shall not pass.
It shall not stand.
I must oppose! If only for
the sake of all! These pushers
roll to persecute. They drive
entitlement right through,
to nudge, to shove, to coax,
to make you do.
To make you
wrong,
if you do not.
I say? Hey you!
Knock it off!
Go pound sand.
Because so help me me,
if you do not? I will tell
you
where
you are completely free
to get off.
But I'll point at my crotch.
Look. It's just a jocular jibe
to lighten things up
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