Re Tale Poem by James Daniel Gabriel

I would love to just be paid for what has been rendered.
I need you not to emphasize so much.
Allow me some more time, from the arsenal of moments you waste.
Pretend I’m not so intrusive as to end this suspicion with a question.
Grin and bury it, all conclusive has come to an end.
Repulsion has become a pungent odor as the villagers become livid
With a taste for what I’m looking for.
Convulsing in brave attempts to sober up the natives
Before leaving thru the door.