impression

If this impression is what you think impresses
You’re a clown waiting for the inevitable cane
Because we can pull this filth from our vicinity
I don’t need my worth compromised

Devalue your own work but stop short of sacrificing mine
to hear the crumbling around you and the tremors around me – more than annoying
Because I can’t stand the thought of falling into that trap
You can try to guarantee it but reality limits your chances

Before this nightmare threatens my conscious discipline
I will prevent this attack
I will jump to the heights that will be required
I will be that answer that can calm even my own sanity
I will figure out how to say to you,
“fuck off, my friend, for your stay is no longer welcome.”