You are a whore. You are an old whore.
Everyone hates you. God hates you.
He pretty much has had it with all women.
But, let me tell you, especially you. You like
To think that you can think faster than
The rest of us — hah! We drive the car
In which you’re a crash dummy! So
Why do you defy our Executive Committee
Which will never cede its floor to you? If a pig
Flew out of a tree & rose to become
A blimp — you would write a poem
About it, ignoring the Greater Good,