Neither of you, I think, remember fully
the insults and assaults inflicted on me by a bully;
you fancied yourselves as serious educators.
But all your "standing by" in silence proved you---procastinators.
And you, Mrs. Richbitch marked a story of mine "This is poor taste."
But turning the assignment to you was a waste
of effort. Your kind of bullying could not then daunt
me; and these verses, imprecatory on you, I delight to flaunt.
And yes, I am no longer stooped by you three stupids, but have climbed above
your virulent homophobics, to write delightedly of male to male Love.
J-Called