I cannot write right
With you peering over my shoulders,
Sneaking glances at my words
To see if you are hindered here.
If I choose to write about you,
Well, I'd probably already done it.
The anger of my years is mostly behind me,
And so are many of
My poems regarding you.
I'm not gonna write
In a manner that pleases you.
I only write in a manner
That pleases me.