Outspokenness

This is a poem about the author.

If you’re holding a grudge against me, don’t greet me.

I don’t want anybody to pretend to be my friend.

 

Frankly, it doesn’t matter whether you like me or not.

I don’t socialise with hypocrites and evil-minded persons.

 

Don’t attempt to satisfy me by giving me something.

I can’t think of a gift that will make me feel good.

 

I’m not covetous of your ability and financial status.

You can’t impress me, for I’m not a typical person.

 

I don’t entertain close-fisted persons and freeloaders.

Furthermore, I never queued for handouts, especially food.

 

Perhaps you think I’m abnormal not to miss people.

If you go away for a long time, I won’t yearn for you.

 

You seldom speak to me because of my outspokenness.

Since you and I can’t get along, don’t mourn when I’m dead.

        

When you’re burying me, don’t make noise over my coffin.

I don’t want anybody to weep crocodile tears for me.

 

Don’t preach and sing at my funeral, for I won’t hear you.

And please don’t put wreaths on my gravestone.

Author's Note

This one is personal.

Reviews

[Ana Papaya]

It does feel like a very personal write and the things you ask for are not unreasonable.

[Poet Pittinix]

OK. Thank you.