This is not about anything

I’ll treat it that way

It’s a damp rag for sure

Unwelcome and icky

I don’t know, really

If it will need to be dealt with

Ultimately

But it keeps buzzing around

And makes me feel weak

As I think of it now

I don’t want to need others

I don’t want to want others

I don’t want to crave a remedy

Because I loathe, detest

Being patted on the head

So for now

I suppose

This is not about anything

And from now on

I suggest

This is not about anything