I'd rather be alone

In the prime of things,
as heat waves stream,
like flaming charcoal,
thrown by a resenting God,
I'd rather be alone,
I'd rather be alone,
I'd rather be alone,
than be caught abreast,
sun scorched crazies,
with minds heather and yon-
darting to and from desires;
like bassinets rocked back and forth.
I'd rather be alone,
I'd rather be alone,
I'd rather be alone.
Than succumb to pressures,
that have people hissing from ears;
because, of their yearnings,
that have them demanding-
eagerly minus earnings,
I'd rather be alone,
I'd rather be alone,
I'd rather be alone,
than put my heart out in the cold,
to be moulded and inscribed-
onto like an epitaph,
by the numb warrior hearts-
of Protesting females that lost feeling...
I'd rather be alone,
I'd rather be alone,
I'd rather be alone,
than wake up in the morn',
like a balloon with baited breath,
eager to look at and feel up my lady,
yet the bitch wakes up to ditch me
I'd rather be alone,
I'd rather be alone,
I'd rather be alone,
'Cause in the scheme of things,
man seems to have grown wings,
and has placed faith-
into the hands of hopeless whims.

So la creme de la creme pour mes pleurs,
Or more so the silver lining for my weeping-
is to bury myself in solitude!