Punky Fu

He gift wraps his insults
with a know-it-all grin
My steadfast refusal
spurs his chagrin

Round and round
they stumble
they mumble
all over again

He misses the point,
but blithely sails on
He argues minutiae,
all reason withdrawn

Anecdotes and distractions
Conclusions forgone.

Toss up, if you must
yer verbal sperm frivol
Asshat or Troll,
of Lowly Worm drivel

I’ll cudgel yer mouth
on my cloven cunt pistol.

*Lia growls low*