sad little boys
with their pathetic insults
trying to make big of themselves
by making small of me
if only I were impressed
instead of amused
by their laughable attempts
to bruise my ego
I could respond
and give them power
or I can ignore
and remove their bluster
if only I was concerned
by small minds
and petty words
such that I was moved
but I'm not
instead, I'm tickled
by their persistence
and spurned on
by their stupidity
their insults
are my own words
do they not realize,
I beat them to the punch?
what they consider insult
I consider fact
what they accuse me of
I embrace with pride
I may cockblock their dogedness
as I'm moved to laughter
but I won't feign to fart
at such pitiable overtures
sad little boys
so small and unimportant
I rouse them to anger
while they rouse me to laugh.