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Are you sure anti- is the best prefix?  I would have thought you prefer pro-.  After all, you seem to believe that group of persons are somehow special, so why would you be "against" them in the implications of the prefix anti-.

This is yet another of way that your lack of volcabulary, and of literary precedents, bites you in the posterior.  In your ongoing struggle to be recognized as a poet (and, as always, good luck with that!), you ought to give some attention to Wallace Stevens' use of titles, some of them whimsical (I particularly love, "Mountain Covered With Cats," "No Possum, No Sop, No Taters," and perhaps his longest title, "Frogs Eat Butterflies, Snakes Eat Frogs, Hogs Eat Snakes, Men Eat Hogs").  While I do not recommend that you attempt to read his poems---they will be as far beyond your reach as rocket science is beyond mine---you might learn a bit from just glancing at a list of his titles, the more obscure and whimsical, the better.

Although you aggravated me on the most sacred day of the Western Calendar, I am---admittedly---very flattered when you choose to piggyback upon, or react with disapproval to, one of my poems.  You see, I am there in your head, giving you a great edifice underneath the shade of which you can bounce your little rubber ball and pick up some jacks.  Even though you will never be a poet, in the common sense of the word, it is still flattering---in a warped way---to be one of the planks in the verbal structure you pile together  (although it always, invariably, topples).  So Chopin must have felt a bit of flattery when his inimitable and relentless foe, Maurice Sand, might have tried to play some of the Preludes and Etudes.  And who does the world of artistry remember now?  Not Maurice Sand---he is merely a historical anomaly, a minor footnote to the greatness of the inimitable composter.

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