Egoist
I am not here to shore up your bones,
Massage your ego or give you loans.
Not here to serve you, make you feel good
I do have some feelings I'm not made of wood.
You expect silence and no complaint,
Whilst your behavior would try a saint.
Your far too demanding your standards too high,
And all to often you make weaker men cry.
So farewell to you and our your stupid fights
No more of the bad moods or sleepless nights.
Enough of your leering enough of your lust,
I won't let you force me into the dust.
So I'll leave for now and I don't wish you well
And all I can say is I'll see you to hell.
poem by Paul Brookes
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