Barnstorming Season

Why you do to me
things
you do not desire
of me?

Crazy, you’ve driven me.

Two over seven.
But, I refuse
the next five
for you.

Seven earlier,
fun had found.
Seven prior,
you barely around.
Seven further,
had to talk you back down.

Sad
Belittled
Outwitted(?) by you

Seven months
a giggle,
now
gutted.

Word
none.

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