I will never forgive you! And I certainly don’t want you!: A poem 

(To PSP) 

Do you think I’m going to doodle a noodle 

into your space, conveying my regards? Hahaha! 

Every time I am silent for some time, you work  

your way up my spine to my throat; like scum 

imagining that it will get a foothold into my  

receptacles of integrity, unbeknownst of your  

poison taking me unawares. You really try every trick  

of the trade in attempting to benefit from my (to you) ignorance. 

I would banish all the steeds from my stable, if 

they ever ate of your hay. You have no right to my  

sanctum sanctorum. And I did not welcome you into  

the pews of my temples. You may serpentine-twist 

around  my walls and think you are a fixture of my 

landscape, but you have no legitimate space!  

I have no taste for toxic condiments, I only put up 

with such disgrace as duty is a matter of imminence. 

But not forgiveness. You ought to know that I will never forgive you! 

And I certainly don’t want you!