a reader submission by Kathy, August 2004
Just this afternoon, I received a reader submission. Here it is, in its entirety.
Dear Irreverent Sir,
Below is a poem that I wrote about a certain supervisor. Would you be
interested in publishing it on your e-zing?
Thank you for your consideration.
She called me "Irreverent Sir." That's awesome.
I also liked that my website was called an "e-zing." I liked the sound
of that word. It's like
Miracle Whip to another webzine's mayonnaise. Anyway, below is Kathy's poem of sweet literary revenge.
And as for you, "Certain Supervisor": know that you have been officially slain.
With words. Words like fists. Tampa Florida fists.
Sincerely, Irreverent Sir Bayard Russell, Ed.
Credit taken, none deserved,
You're just a little bit absurd.
An ironic boss, you're just the ticket
For playing artful games of cricket.
Liar, liar, pants on fire,
You're a fraud by your own desire.
How can you honestly live with yourself,
Stocking your prefab heart on a shelf?
What a freakish phony facade,
Installed with Elmer's and Plasticine rods,
Exhibiting prattle, wrongs and fast rules
And dripping with childish, backstabbing drool.
I bet you a million you cry in your sleep,
Ashamed your sincerity is less than skin deep.
Neither innocent lamb nor harmless snake,
You're nothing at all but a credible fake.
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