You Are Nothing

 You come to me dressed in demise

as though the black bile spewing from you lips

has any acidity left when it reaches my ears.

You think yourself a sovereign,

but i am not your fiefdom,

and i have grown immune 

to your caterwauling litany of offences.

i will not wade through the mire of your moping,

and i won't bleat apology

when you fancy your threats fearsome.