You keep accusing me
of writing nasty poems about you
when really
I’m just writing nasty poems.
I don’t think you come up
as often as you ragingly state you do.

That piece last month
called For the Gipper
was actually about Sally Field.
And the piece called Sally Field?
Really about Sally Forth.
You know: the cartoon? Whatever.

It’s true that I do occasionally come up
with mean things to say
about you
but part of the art
is to disguise intent
so that my diatribes read
as more universal.
That is just one of the many reasons
that I am an amazing artist.
Is that a difference between us?
You be the judge.

Oh,
and in case you were wondering
who this one is about?
Still not you.