No. I'm Not.

Hanging back, you first,
throwing a game,
wasting more time wondering,
about my gift horse flattery,
for surely your value has declined -
my stomach tightened intensely,
with pleasure, knowing now what I
could have dispensed with then,
I would have been so awful,
and so rid of the manners I had
not yet sloughed in order
to protect the current
that shunts us to the sidings
where one can
peacefully spend the day.