I Guess That's It

Do as you wish, your will's unfettered.

This friendship is, indeed, so cluttered..

There's no conspiracy, no treason,

It's just that all seasons

Have merged into a single season,

And I've had many a reason,

To denounce my defeat

And stop breathing.

Why would thou even wonder

When thou art bereft of reason;

You approach with light and thunder.

And come penalizing murder?

Why even question when,

You quickly spring to "Jinn" (unseen beings)

With heart so full of "zan"? (Doubt)

Consumed with prior thought,

You've wrestled and be-fought.

And then you tell "You're awkward!"

Oblivious of her who's wayward..

Awaiting his response,

You read with nonchalance,

Diffuse with hoggish greed

What is it that you need?

Exceptionally backward!