By Stanley Collymore
Never you mind what I choose to do with my private life,
as it’s not yours but mine alone to do with whatsoever
I want; and instead of you employing the seemingly
boundless energy you exhibit and which you
pleasurably utilize in tearing it to bits, just
humour me for once and seriously
concentrate on your own life
which, as it happens, is
anything but an
exemplary one! For I already know I’m far from being
perfect, but then I’ve never claimed to be; neither
have I ever aspired to or do I currently want
to be a saint, something which you
yourself most certainly aren’t!
So rather than you unilaterally and
quite arbitrarily setting yourself up in judgement over
me as this untouchable paragon of virtue and the very
epitome of all other things virtuous, why don’t you
just leave me alone to live my own life as I see
fit and, in the process as well, permanently
forget that you and I have ever met?
© Stanley V. Collymore
23 March 2013.