So many of us feel this way . . .
Can you see me
Mend your own fence
I’m busy building walls
With secret doors and secret codes
Fending off facetious followers
Who plague my peaceable Queendom
The time for niceties is done and over
Worrying what I give you and you take from me
Fearing rejection and reckless promises
No more fabricated fanciful freeloaders
Make-up and masks
Burn in the flames of your malevolence
New laws have been written
To protect the real and resplendent
I run with my own broken pack.