Not Your ATM

I know who I am.

I am not your ATM.

I don’t sit waiting with patient stance,

Till you come strolling with greed,

Doing your “But I want this.” dance

You know I’m not an ATM.

Because you don’t call one “Honey”

When your demanding things that are mine be yours. 

My time. My mind. My money.

I am not an ATM.

No longer will I’ll dispense.

No more will you put in the pin “I love you”

Then get to run off with my cash.

You know I’m not an ATM.

Because you’d spend more time with me.

Instead, you throw away your dime,

Take what you want, and flee.

I am not an ATM.

I wasn’t born to work for you.

My time and energy, my joy in things

You try to withdraw those too.

You know I’m not an ATM.

Because then you’d know my face.

You’d understand my workings

And respect my own pace.

I am not an ATM.

Nor was I born as one.

You run around and rule your town,

But this ATM is done.

You know I’m not an ATM.

If I was you’d worship me.

Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw

Like I’m a slot machine.

I am not your ATM.

Let me say it twice.

I am NOT your ATM.

And I am done being nice.

So don’t call or write,

Don’t bother with the cries.

I am done dispensing,

Your card has been declined.