Get out of my face!

Protest poem

Get out of my face.

 

I may be growing paranoid.

I find it better to avoid.

Those members of the human race.

Who rudely intrude on my space

 And think I should be overjoyed.

I firmly show them I’m annoyed.

 

I do not wish to give offence

But I must act in self defence.

I make my feelings very plain

 and treat them with a cold disdain

Some are so insensitive.

They find it easy to forgive.

 

What they perceive as my shyness.

I have work hard to impress.

My dislike for their company

I don’t care what they think of me

The space that’s personal to me

Is sancrosanct or it should be.

 

Wednesday, 01 February 2012

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