I Decline

she approached me

with a wine glass 

graffitied in lipstick, 

after a non-conversation 

she made a proposition, 

I declined,

she was a walking emoji

a TikTok heiress

subscriber count obsessed 

an influencer terrorist 

wearing a Chanel No 5

suicide vest

she’d dropped 

her dirty perfume bomb,

it was like napalm 

on my nasal passages,

she thought we were at war

so, we agreed to a ceasefire, 

clearly 

I ain’t no Navy Seal

she thought a blowjob

could seal the deal,

there was no deal

I never signed the dotted line,

I’m attracted to mind 

not pussy, 

so, she tried hard 

to talk intellectually, 

I declined,

then she started 

to question me 

about the 

theory of relativity, 

I explained, relativity speaking

I’d be going home 

drunk and alone

and I’m OK with that, 

the needy turn greedy 

when you refuse their skit,

I told her I don’t need to talk shit 

to give the impression of relevance, 

hand me a notepad and a pen

two simple elements 

that allow me to express

how I feel 

and I will sit quietly 

churning out words 

most will decline to read