Don't Beg

No more I say! No more begging.
No more alms for the poor. No more!
I will not ask and plead in need for any person, place or thing.
I will not require your desire to comply with mine.
I will not run ragged in a zig zag, house cat frenzy.
I will not check my messages. I will not be avail. I will not play the part. I will not pull your feeble cart.
I will not stuff you up for a penny in the hand. I will not ride as you fly or grovel as you stand.
I will not take your dare.
I will not push.
I will not bend to your desperation. I will show no hesitation. I will not smile for your delight.
I will not tell you "you're the man"
I will not call you daddy.
I will not spend Sunday singing pop songs!
I will not write words I cannot feel.
I will not fake. I will not heel.
Do not ask me for my time.
Do not try to pull me in.
It will not work.

I will sip slowly. I will linger. I will rest. I will lavish myself. I will be luxury.
I will eat.
I will eat.
I will eat.
I will make love. I will have my cake. I will live the good life. I will entertain. I will be luck. I will beautify, solidify. I will grow wide with riches.
I will become. I will float lightly. I will step in time.
I can do anything.
I can have anything.
I can believe what I want.
I can erase.
I can rewrite.

Begging brings more begging and the like. It brings mania, catastrophic, insanity and sour. It is useless self indulgence. It is the lowest of the low. The pleasure of the powerless, the liquor to the lamb. False worshipers beg. Fear ridden clasp their hands together. The angry and in need prop themselves upon the likes of hysterical prayer. No need. No need. No need. Just lie down.
Don't do a thing. Don't move an inch. Don't write a word. Don't fixate, don't plan. Don't analyze. Don't figure.

Do nothing. Let 'em all run the rat race while we swing and watch the colors shift. Let 'em all burn and dizzy themselves with objectification. Let 'em all copy and compete with the begging false elite. Let them do as they will and as they surely will do, You and I will be eating pie on the coast of Malibu.

We will be in the sand and we will loiter. They will be sandwiched between Small cars and Escalades. We will rub oil and sleep. They will snarl and resent. We will be golden. They will be pale. We will be satisfied. They will fantasize. We will attract. They will repulse...most definitely.

Don't beg.
And when you don't....relief.
Feels so good doesn't it. Not that difficult. Not too complex. Not beyond possibility or imagination.
One tiny transition. One change in your life long disposition. One moment against the rest.
Trade the beg for the breath.

Don't ever beg.
Never.
No.
Don't.