Here Alone In My Own Fortress Of Solitude, Dude. Poem by Michael Gale

Here i sit, in my fortress of solitude...
No one can get at me.
Wow dude...
What solitude.

I cannot be touched or bothered by days of worry...
That is my safe guarded curey.
My x-ray vision is but only my perepheal vision...
I can spy anyone who is trying to get in.

I'll keep them so far outside my brain...
They cannot get to me even if they push and strain.
Stay out well cruel, cruel world...
I'll grab ya if ya try and real, real far i'll have ya hurled.

I am transfixed only on my rhyme...
You'll get in only if you can commit a breaking in type of a crime.
Stay outta my brain and id...
Go away and just you do be done be rid.

No way Hosay....
You'll not bother me this one fine day.
If you try i'll make you say...
Oh no, if i did not try to bug him, i'd not now have to pay.

You can go away this one fine day...
Go away, i'll not let you play.
Here i stay in my own world of solitude...
This fortress of no regrets, you stupid silly funny man-dude.