Rods and rings
Needles that sting
Ink that’s black
Onlookers have no tact
Stop looking
There’s nothing I’m cooking
I just like them
Yes, I know that hymn
I don’t need Jesus
But the question never ceases
I’m fine
Get in line
I don’t want help
Please don’t yelp
Seriously okay
You don’t have to stay
I won’t hurt myself
No, I don’t have wealth
Hate the sneers
I don’t do it for cheers