I Think You Have A Problem.
Kind Does Not Mean Soft,
Support Doesn’t Dance With Abuse,
Giving Never Holds Hands With Greed
And Understanding No Longer Sits
At The Table With You.
I Know Who I Am.
I’m Sure Of Things I Do And Say
And Their Intentions And Effects.
I Never Chase To Soothe,
Refuse To License You To Hurt,
And Don’t Donate To Desperate Neuroses,
Especially When It Leaves Me Poor.
My Life Now, My Methods.
Rattle Your Tin At Someone Else.
Goodbye