Your Business To Do Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Aint nobody gotta know,
Your business to do but you.
Aint nobody gotta know,
The how, the why or the when of it.
Unless you pretend,
You have done your business...
To lie and coverup with alibis.
With a denying your business to do,
Has been described by others...
To have been a foul move.
And what is in the air you didn't put there.
Although the odor everywhere,
Had to come from you to produce.

'What you have done...
Stinks.'

~Who's business is it? ~

'We were doing our best,
To leave it yours to do.
But your doing of it has now made it ours.
And now you wish us to pretend,
Your mess is not ours to clean?
With a paying to get rid of it?
Your business to do,
Was a selfish thing that now includes us to clean.
And frankly...
Your attitude and what you have done, offends.'