AT MY DOOR

You have nothing I want.

Not anymore.

Your wares serve me not at all

not in my present state.

And your cold call

your icy presence

leave me less impressed

than ever I thought they could.

I don't want what you've got.

I won't buy it.

I wish you'd leave me alone

as I'm trying to get on with my evening

and

I don't want to be rude

but I don't want to see you anymore

at my door.

Don't want to hear

that you're near.

I wish you'd stay away

I don't care what you have to say.

Go.

You have nothing left to sell me.