Drama

Being a hypocrite by nature, I had to write a poem/guide to avoiding drama. Because, honestly, there's too much of it.

What's the point of drama, please?

I can't figure it out.

I don't know why you love it so,

Or what it's all about.

The time that's lost in catty fights

Could be much better spent.

The lives that were so clear and free

Have entered their descent.

And all through your manipulation!

Tell me, why is that?

If I can say it plainly, ma'am,

You're asking for combat.

Truly, drama's root does lie

In simple insecurity.

What's worse is drama, as a whole,

Mistaken for maturity.

But fighting over boys does not

Necessitate this trait.

Just because you want a guy

Doesn't mean that you should date.

Honestly? If you are bick'ring

Over these poor guys...

You probably aren't ready

For your sky so full of pies.

Anyways, back to the start:

The issue that's at hand.

What's the thing that makes drama

So hard to understand?

Actually, it isn't bad,

It's quite the simple quip:

If the business isn't yours,

Then please, just zip your lips!

Do not meddle in a problem

Not involving you.

Do not confer with your friends,

Even if they knew.

It doesn't matter who you are--

You are not beyond

The pitfalls that come when you fish

In this piranha pond.

So... the point... don't meddle, don't gossip, know what is your business and what isn't. THE END.

Katie