Four more credits for Hades

Don’t give me your sympathy
empathy
a cup of tea
don’t give me anything.

Self sufficiency is what I could be
if you let me be
and to my own devices,
but you interfere,
well
fuck off
I don’t want you here
I have no need
of what you offer.

And to think
that you could be
a remnant of
hospitality
don’t you know
politeness
fucked off
long ago.
we’re in the dark and heading to
the middle ages
dog eared sages turning ink stained pages
well,
it must be Playboy that they’re reading
bleedin’ know it all’s know sod all at all.

Sympathy?
I need chaos and the death
of hierarchy
a level playing sealed into the
the fields of,
just because I’m saying this does
not mean that I think it’s true
you
might consider that instead of being
such a twat
and
pigeonholing me.

and now I’m back to being me
accepting charity on streets
where Salvation Army bands have
yet to go,
know this,
it only took one kiss to start off what
became the biggest con game in the history
of the world.

Jesus loves you, but me?
well
he offers sympathy.

further expletives deleted by the angels
who’ve completed an NVQ in
mind control.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.