BUSYBODIES

They’re amusing--always sniffing

Like bloodhounds on all fours

If only they’d mind their affairs

The way that they mind yours 

They can’t enjoy what they have

For coveting a lot

They want what’s theirs--and your stuff, too 

And what they think you've got

Notice their sneaky questioning

How they pry; interrogate!

The more tight-lipped you are

The more their eyes reveal their hate

Notice their scheming!

It's amazing just how hard they try

To infect, inspect, and run the show

Intrude and scrutinize

If it seems you’re gaining any ground;

Making any strides

They’ll abandon their ship; break their necks

To haunt where you reside

They think they have to keep close tabs

On everything you do

Know where you are; map out your day

Make future plans for you

And if they find you’ve got a grasp

And don’t need their assistance

Your “No, thank you” or “I’m okay”

Will be met with resistance

That’s when you must assert yourself

And not fear confrontation

People do what you allow 

So don’t allow frustration

Sometimes, help is what you need 

But not the meddling kind

Not the kind that makes a mess

Or leaves you in a bind

Not the kind that, without asking

Plans what they will do

And all their so-called help does

Is make extra work for you

Not the kind that seeks to tear down 

What you’ve tried to build

Not the kind that wants you gone

So they can come and chill

Sometimes company’s a gift

But not the two-faced kind 

Nor the fork-tongued variety

That can’t keep facts in line

Not everyone who shows up at your door

Is a true friend

Some just want to be in the mix;

See how they can get in

Though they think that they're the boss of you

It doesn’t have to mean

That you lose all, or disappear

Just so they can be seen

They just want to get close enough

Just one foot in the door

And if you aren’t careful

You won’t be there anymore

So when you see them sniffing

Laugh-- but don’t you close your eyes

The one you least suspect

Is usually the one who tries

To plant themselves where they don’t think

That you deserve to be

To keep you on your toes

Though you’ve been standing perfectly 

They force suggestions, and corrections

In what needs no change at all

They seek to usurp your authority and

Make you heed their call

Just politely send them packing

Back to where their hands and eyes

Can do the greatest work

Perhaps they’ll realize

Their OWN business is suffering

They need to zero out 

Of your affairs, and zero in 

On what their world's about

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