Let the conspirators feel confident: A poem 

I am at peace with myself, 

not in pieces due to the hobgoblins 

Sanity is a matter of self-preservation 

I am not frustrated by the denial 

for, I have forsaken all expectation 

Wisdom in such defeat is closure 

I am sure that I can’t be heckled, 

nor ruffled, nor rustled, nor hassled 

nor feel whistled at, nor feel mocked 

I have measured my space and had it locked 

No treachery can prove invasive 

Can barrenness feed the locusts? 

You can swear by me, or disrespect me 

I have counted on God 

knowing that He is me, not abroad 

Even a prison sets me free 

Within a straitjacket, I still believe 

Let the conspirators feel confident, 

that their opportunism is optimal!