Insult

Don't mark my words. Try harder not to heed
Any advice I offer, and all aid
Or compliments thus delicately paid.
Regret no errors. Gardens gone to seed
Should bother no one. Clearly, you've been freed
To laugh at dinners that your good friends made
When you were ill, despite the tricks you played
And harm done. Please ignore your brother's need.

Why should you worry that their charity
Is anything to you? You are above
Such mundane thoughts. You touch them with a glove,
That ought be enough. For clarity,
Between you all, there's such disparity
That they insult you with their dismal love.