I wont apologise.

I wont apologise.
But when I look at you
I am driven only by repulsion.

I find the curl of
your mouth
disturbing.

I just must fix it up.

Ill leave a small gap open.
Wait? What? Sorry,
no I wont.

I don’t like the way your sitting.
Maybe you’d be more
confortable on the floor?

I’m irritated by the thickness
of your neck. But I’m sure
somehow that could
be sorted out.

I do not
find your knowledge
impressive

Or even
your ignorance
endearing.

It appears, your right
and I am indeed
incapable.

There is still, something
not quite right.

The depth of these problems
I did not predict.

Such a problem as you
can only be eradicated
in one way.