I’m afraid of you.
I need for you to leave.
I don’t want you.
I’ve had enough of your guilt,
Of your hand out.
You got what you deserved.
Your pain the only thing you’ve earned.
There. I said it.
Now go away,
Go away, I said.
Let me eat in peace, for Christ’s sake.
One more minute and I’ll have the police on you.
Force is the only thing you respect.
You want it, you’re going to get it.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I’m sick of your kind.
This has been building for a long while.
You’re going to pay.
You’re really going to pay.
Dearly.
You will come to know the meaning
Of that word.June 2004