To whom address, which brand affix,
Whose name to slap on such as this,
How curry favor with words so libelous,
My slim-slimey miscellany hot off the press,
Of hates, a broiled heart, and nothing great,
Poor angry thing, whom do I connect you with?
One of those lovely souls who put up with me?
I don't think so, not this. I know, time's up,
Shit or get off the pot, dedicate or defecate, okay:
For you, yes, YOU, you there on my fingertip.

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Arthur D. Casciato writes from New Jersey.