Poetry Disher Does

  The Bubble Look here I've built me a bubble. It's got room for only just me. The space inside it Your bullshit won't fit All of it I would rather not see Look there My bubble is floating  High away from you fuckers who troll When I get sick of your shit I climb inside it And off to oblivion I roll Fuck no You can't come in my bubble  I told you there's just room for one Last time you came in  You fucked up the Zen All the open-door policies done Fuck yes I want in her bubble  But it seems to have room for just her The space inside it My bullshit won't fit And my world is a bubbly blur Did I mention  I made me a bubble  But it seems that I'm now trapped inside I'd like to come down But I'm so high up now If I stepped out I'd probably die High above  There's a bubble that's soaring  But soon it will crash to the earth The space inside it  Soon nothing will fit To the ether the bubble returns