You creep, You, creep.

You weren’t invited.

You aren’t part of this party.

You have no business being here

After all that I have done.

You weren’t there at 5:00 AM

Week, after week, after week.

You weren’t there when it it took all my will power to say, “No thank you”, to that lovely local ale.

Sixteen weeks, no really two-years, I’ve been on this path.

So I’ll leave you here.

For I know that I am ready.

I can feel it in my bones.

You can creep right back to where you came.

I’ve no use for you where I am going.