I felt a river of hate swirl into my blue-grey eyes.
I just so happened to look like someone they all learned to despise.
They make lots of decisions for people whom did not give consent.
They are everywhere these days, jacking up the rent.

I have no crew, I don't hang with you.
Your party is beneath my art.
Cold, callous smiles without any spirit
Just can't get the fire in my heart to start, not whole or in part.

I don't think you have thought as much
About what life as a rotten old jerk
Will be like, it'll hurt. You'll wonder why
You devoted your time
To all these distractions.

I'll be there. You won't catch me pulling
That tired old routine of "You weren't there for me."

I never needed anything except for you to be a little more quiet.
Quite.
While I write.