I’m
not a very fussy man,
Nor am I prone to bluff;
I
do not kick when people call
My daily writings “fluff”.
I
do not think to take offense
Should someone call them “grind”;
And
when they call them “rot” or “punk”,
E’en then I do not mind.
But
there is one place I rebel,
One term I will not stand;
And
he who uses it must meet
My doubled, good right hand.
To
class my work as “stuff or rot”,
Won’t get me on a rope;
But
heaven help man unarmed
Who calls my verses “dope”.
July
26, ‘09
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