Aloof!

Aloof!

I hear you,

but refuse to pick

your troubling call,

I see you,

but want to avoid

your irritation;

I notice you

but decide to shun

your pestilential character.

I perceive the odious,

but turn off

my olfactory lobe;

I feel your presence,

but ignore you.

Your ways of life,

my ways of life

are two opposites,

never to meet;

until you sing a new

song,

until you turn a new

leaf,

until you say bye

to those vices;

I will always say:

Leave Me Alone.