Expressions of moral dudgeon
(There are no immoral dudgeons—
And who knows where dudgeon came from,
Good word for an ugly passion)
Forms the template titling this poem,
Algorithm of unfairness,
Of outrage at hypocrisy,
And, like most outrages, clueless
About its own hypocrisy.
Nary a day goes by when Y
Doesn’t cry, if I did like X
You’d be all over me! I’d be
Punished and punished and punished.
Yet look what X gets away with!
Oh, yes, everyone gets away
With everything under the sun
Who isn’t you or much like you,
While no one lets you get away
With anything, do they? Don’t you
Ever wonder how deep this well
Of resentment goes, or what may
Smirk at the bottom of the muck?
Who are the X who punish you,
Y, if not you who punish them?
Why, if Y wrote a poem like this,
X would shove Y’s head down in it!
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