Cease and Desist

Don’t knight me. My shoulder’s allergic 

to your stubbled sword. Try to ward off

your need to needle those you see as

low-hanging fruit at risk of spoiling

according to your viewfinder pocked with

lust for oomph you sorely lack, haphazard

hazardous waste at the core of your 

projected ruthless version of boldness 

self-stored in your rotten center more 

abhorred than mighty in any way.

I am not one of you and your gaggle 

of fearful fear-mongering mongrels 

rife with hate and baiting those you think

ripe for the imaginary taking.