Through a series of zeroes and ones,
We established that I dislike fat, ugly people.
Out of respect for the goddess Succinct,
When you referred to said dislike as a fear,
You used the euphemism, “Cacomorphobic”.
“Dread, Horror, Dismay, Malaise
Of ugly fat people”
In one simple word.
Yet not nearly as vulgar as its definition.
You thought I’d be impressed.
Wronged faces don’t typically
Turn this purple.
I burned “Badass Mother Fucker”
Into my Hello Kitty wallet.
I logos punched you as hard as I could.
You were not criticizing nor admonishing me,
But using a simple term to reference
A Valid and Understandable Fear, Dislike, Disgust, Etc.
Maybe I don’t like to
Be thought of as common or simple,
But complex, depthful, and soul-full
Requiring flatulent gab
Where pithy compact adjective works fine.
Simplicity doesn’t do justice to my plight
Against the ugly fat people who
Share my oxygen and proximity.
On Principle for something as trite as opposition to a synonym,
And dislike for an exhibition of speedy impatience,
I remain resolute,
Riding a mule named
Whilst I may always be
Attached to a principle of hate for a descriptor
That will and may always define … me.
May my friend Principle never
Introduce me to Synonym.
© 2009 Jeremy I Witteveen