Obviously, I was a bit angry when I wrote this during my under grad years (circa 1996? maybe?). I remember the poem, but not the people who offended me. Isn’t that always the case?
Little lap dog Do I offend? Does my rapier pen and pagan ways make your -uptight -upright milk-toast spine twist? I've tolerated your soup bone type for years Just scratch your ears, pat your head, flash a sweetly sardonic smile, Then hiss at your back You don't get it - you never will I strive to break down barriers - Call me, iconoclast That up-front in-your-face bulldozer of a mind check Truthfully? You offend me. Your so sleek coat (and tail between your legs) counterfeit collared, rhinestone ethics and ideals I don't want or need your approval Get down bitch.
-Rebecca Cramer