Get out of my fate

I dismiss your conjecture 

Reject your judgement 

Abjure your insults 

temerity and what not 

You're dead to me 

It's not a game 

I never knew you 

Fat old man

Stick your perception 

Where it's rank 

Revise your deception 

Walk my plank 

In the food courts of your mind 

With all the other geese 

Warthogs 

Troglodytes 

I don't need your approval 

Beat your rug 

With a publisher's tongue 

Pander to your group 

You shadow you ghoul 

I have my memories 

Some good some bad 

You're not with me now 

My dead friend 

now is all we had 

And now it's at an end

I despise your rancour 

Detest your ebullience 

Contest your vituperants 

With the contempt of Caligula 

Get out of my fate 

You splinter you mirror. 

08/01/18