`Rod(in)’rigues is alone with himself, the thinking God!: A poem 

I’d give you a vide ante of my viscosity 

because God slips through your fingers 

before you can even imagine your aptitude 

of staking claims. I am just interested in 

divining in my own cup of tea; that’s no selfishness; 

better than you egomaniacs. I have no heartbreak  

from your heartlessness, there is no warranty on my 

obduracy. Don’t think you can give me your belated Christmas gifts now, 

I am happy with pride that I have grown old copping all your ignominies upon me 

How frustrated are you all, at this aftermath; AND I AM GRACE! 

I can say that I am all forgive-not! You can all answer to your 

own lack of dignity and ingratitude. All your sincerity is as uncouth 

as the depravity and depth of you all wanting to further your own vested interests. 

Blame it on me, conveniently! As if blackmailing me would secure 

your eager breaking of bread! Intimidation and treachery  

does not make me anymore damsel in distress like your being victorious 

in your chicanery! It is no disillusionment to me, your unhealthy pretentious caper 

to destroy my sense of humour and imperviousness. I laugh, I laugh,  

I laugh, that you all can’t see your own morbid reflections in the abyss  

of characterlessness and absence of integrity that you all dive into!   

You don’t want to be hounded by pleasantries? 

Your pansiful guilt pretending you are Forget-me-nots in the archives of undeserved triumph 

Did the artificer tell you he at once feels destructive as much as he has become indifferent? 

I don’t need to be fit in your epitomising compendiums of 

stale deceit. Neither am I compactible in your  

visceral fulfilment. I am neither dumb blonde 

nor baited brunette! You can call your shots, or should 

I say short pants to see how genuinely (straight) heterosexual you are?! 

I may not have any championing feathers, but you certainly 

all are a fishy lot! I just don’t want your shifty vehicles  

to brake midway on the expressway asking me if 

I needed a lift. I prefer to walk a tortuous path, if it means 

the other option is opening my windows to contemptuous entities (PSP, for instance) 

Don’t think you can draw me down with thuggery or 

treachery! You coldshoulder me, then in reactive impudence, as if I were a mark of uncivility!  

I think it is my Ark of humdinging self-worth! 

I will never be your Sea of Humbled Tranquility! 

The tribe that eats of villainy, will be a ghost town  

bereft of my loyalty. I just want to tell you all, 

there can’t be any Pacifism without propriety to God!