Dhalliwal: The First Folio: MadAss

MadAss

The flint is too sharp, the stone too starky,
The full-bruntle I bear from you is insufferable, and so are you.
You mock at my creation and at my sensitivity,
You feel I am an oaf, I know whom is an ass.
Your vermin is vomitting on my presence,
I would suggest you stop it… - for I have some power,
I am not just a weak bodied mind.
You think your awe-inspiring and unpregnable,
I know underneath your heavy blusher and mouldy mascara
that you are just a nonentity… a meddlesome nonentity…
You think your unbreachable, I think you are mad.
Your just a petty mad ass! I am glad.