don’t
insult
me

with
your
mediocrity:

your fence-sitting, halfhearted ways, bereft of energy.

it makes me sick.

within you beats passion
but you sell yourself short

in fury, i spit in the eye of your
monotone,
drab,
dreary,
existence.

because you are more than this
and you can give more than this

don’t settle… don’t!