A space invader’s knocking at my heart.
A thief of time insinuates his plan
till I remember why I live apart,
and how I took to life without a man.
I’m absolutely monarch in my room,
the only place where I won’t compromise.
How came he – meeting, liking – to assume
that I for talk and sex would jeopardize
the castle I’ve constructed all my life
with open avenues to fit domains?
How dare he treat me as a demi-wife
and care so little what his care obtains?

This man is brilliant and this man’s a jerk,
who’d take my time without returning work.