Can’t intrude.
Not so much
as an interlude.
I cast you out.
You’re not welcome.
No tresspassing.
You’ll be shot.
I suffer no fools,
just ask myself.
Its no use,
I’ve fought off
far stronger hands.
You’ll lose
and I’ll just
pack up,
move my camp
somewhere else.
My way,
regardless
as to whether
you tag along.
My way:
to get me
to change
my course
is a slow,
rational,
empathic,
process.
A tried and so true path,
for sure,
though a harrowing one.