To That Dear Girl Who Doth Offend Me So

This is a poem I wrote because of a young lady who I find quite infuriating. I've nothing against her personally; I just am not happy to have to see her on a mostly daily basis.

The great, swelling brute

(HammerIng down the necks

of every two-bIt BeatnIk

What am i supposed to do

To overturn the judgements of

Two-Three hundred years

In a market economy)

The cough cough cough

Clever! You're Clever!

You pickled whore of babilon

Like you know a thing

Nope, you are an ignoramus

The old sort

No style-

-God knows no substance!-

Just a body, squandered,

for destruction

(If it isn't the grain alcohol, it'll be the gossip rags)

In a life too ordinary to be noteworthy

I apologize,

That was rude. You frustrate me.

No no! you offend me.

Or my sensibilities

at least

Lacking restraint, we can find solace in our pleasures