I’ve given up,
On most acts of forgiveness.
There’re enough other humans –
Getting to nine billion or so;
That I can always afford to walk away.
Friends,
Family,
Lovers,
Don’t matter much.
I’ve perfected solitude.
Playing hermit.
So:
Refuse to be mistreated,
Lied to,
Or shit-talked.
Now,
Go away.
I’ve Perfected Solitude.
