Don’t play with me, demons
I’m much too tired
for our regular talks today
I have much less to say
now that my suitcase is
packed to the brim
I tossed all the straw wrappers
and empty cans in the bin
wiped down my dusty steering wheel
all the spare change
hiding beneath the seats
now resides in the bank
so don’t play with me, demons
I‘ll be on my way soon enough
is it much too much
to ask you to let me alone
just for another day
to gather my things
and leave
cursing the doors
you chose to shut on me
such camaraderie
until you lose the absolute
Power
you desperately crave
that you will never have
and any friends that break bread
in your faux regime
are not the comrades
you believe them to be
no
but I will leave
and let you play house
dressing up a rabid boar
disguised as a mouse
and when the curtains rise
and the actors enter scene
you will most certainly find
theatrics are not what you need
so leave me be, demons
I will not apologize
for not being
what you wanted me to be.