A Poem to a Creep I know

Oh Creep of the day
I found you in dismay
You asked for money in a small and contrite fashion
And I had no money to give
So you walked away and smiled
And told me I was just the only child
That walked funny and shared nothing
And thus I was considered to be a freak
And you wanted more steak to reap
So if I bask in my own future wiser
I hope that you dont mind that I am more of an insider
In the ways of hope and scorn
I was really one that you might not want to warn
That today is a wise way to think
That we are really all sheep
And if you want to call me a name
Do not disguise it as your own ball game
As I have the insight and the skill
To disavow you at my own will
And today I will rest assured
That you were not to be the way to be lured
So today I know you are not exactly at your best
As I put you in the grass with the rest
And you hate that I may not be your favorite friend
But in the end it is you who may bend
And I will of course write more on the wall
That is here for one and all
And you have walked away
And never a new day to enjoy your stay
For the freedom of religion and merit
I never worked another day to light a cigarette
And if you want to laugh at my mind and being
Rest assured that I have a big large crayon
And it writes all the words that I wish to today
And you are not here at all to stay
So good luck in that world of self prism blessings
I am not quite sure you are going to be one to be
Seeming to be smart.