Dear chicken sqaux

All is in the wind that travels past my chin and jaw. And lips and my face... How much longer must you degrade me?

 I can accept out of the mouth of babes, but you school them to be unruly ,and devastate me. 

You try to act/ be nonchalant and superior.

Your ideas are lackluster I could think of dreamier. I won't settle for something unjust.

To be clear. I don't want you!.

You haven't been there to give me anything

But a pesky raspy tongue and fever. 

I don't want you. I'll never become a waitress.

Or get with the chef. Do you know what I'm saying to you. I have other plans. Too bad if you don't fit into them, dude. You got a problem. I moved on from the past dear Stephanie and Andy isn't it time that you do?

Dear chicken sqaux, I do like how you live but I don't want to see you!