Your opinion is not wanted, nor is there a need
I am not proud, nor vain, you obviously cannot see
I write for I can, and I would rather not stop
So please, remove your own limbs and bury yourself to rot

Perhaps my words are not appreciated
Nor are they wanted by many
You opinion is now depreciated

If I was one such as yourself
I'd hide behind a rock, or bookshelf
Praying that karma doesn't find you
Then again, I've never known its mark not to be true

If you wish to 'Spare Us' from my words
Then spare yourself, and go into hidding
Fly away, high with the birds!
For these tedious mess, my words are biding...

So shoo! Shoo away!
Go into that hating fray!
Scram! Scram I say!
I will not let someone such as you have your way.


Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Valnuary, in the year 464 AF.