Solitude can be a warm embrace
In the minus degrees called the human race
Some people have a tendency
To abuse and distract and annoy me
I never cease to be amazed by the stupidity
That people insist on dumping on me
Don't like to be dressed up in feathers and tar
I'll say, life looks better from far away
I will never be what you want me to be
I will never do what you want me to do
I will never say what you'd like me to say
Your game I'll never play I'll go my way
I'll challenge the world to a game of minding one's own business
So consider your hobby to harass me unprovoked hereby revoked