Right aisle, 7 rows back

Who dares to tell me?

That I

just need to

blow off some steam?

Incorporate routine

into my regime?

Who dares to speak

it to my face

and expect me to

relinquish

with grace?

The abundance of

my Life flow?

My motivation

that carries me,

from each day to

another day?

What sort of

monster lives inside

your hate?

All this Evil miring

in the cesspools

you inhabitate?

Laughing, you might

find me,

laughing in your

sneering face.

I am

not scared,

I am not afraid.

For you, there is

nothing in me,

but Love

that parallels

all your contempt and rage.

I've been told

I'm foolish,

but nothing

deters my aim.

I will go on

and then

one day

I will not.

And you,

will do

the same.