i can’t write these words
without the acrid taste
of your absurdity
resting on my fingertips.

you may think
your mightier-than-thou
attitude makes you
stronger than us lesser-thans

but no one could be
lesser than you
with your cold, know-it-all words
and your severe lack of respect.

you may think you’re
calling it like it is, but all
you are really doing
is being the pot.

i am not the kettle,
so don’t try to twist this
around with the knives
you’ve stuck in our backs.

we can play like this all night,
idiom after idiom,
idiot after idiot,
but i think i’ll call it a day.