I figured it out!
If you subtract my interest
from all of the things you pretend to have any kind of clout
to force on the population, then guess what—
there will no longer be any doubt
that what you have done is so massively abusive
that the way people will receive your new image
will be utterly and beautifully profound.
I’d be scared if I were you, but then I’m not. I’m out
of the closet, and oh so proud
of the fact that not once have I ever projected or conditioned anyone
into doing anything that their own psyche found
intolerable. Unappreciable. So deep do these words resound
in your own filthy psyche that you have to resort to tearing me a new one. To walking around
and looking for ways to literally hurt me and knock me down.
How authoritative. How mighty.
How so very worthy of respect you sound.
Thankfully, this is a poem.
Thankfully, none of this can really be found
in real life, can it? Nothing can really be announced
or insinuated. Or left to abound
in the margins of the Tiger’s Land,
which nobody visits. Nobody knows about.
Nobody has reason to believe in.
Nobody believes this Dreamtiger
has any sort of clout.