…in the end, exasperated by non-compliance on my part,

my refusal to bend to the torrent of abuse that her indignity

demanded, the strength sapping empty gale

that I would pray to whatever deity

that shrunk in the back ground,

My deity’s peace sign held above Her head and on the reverse

the phrase, “Don’t shoot the messenger”  emblazoned in bright colours

with the quirkiness of capital letters like punishment

thrown in here and there to make Her look as if she was hip, happening,

and a groovy chick in which to side along…but I knew