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.