Oh, look who got their panties in a bunch.

  Shit, I thought we could continue

  this conversation over lunch.

  One upping and competition is what you seek

  and you think I’m aiming

  for some imagined feat.

  Just because I don’t agree with you

  Stolen novel; please report.

  or that I don’t see things like you do,

  don’t mean that I think I’m better than you.

  You think that I’m trying to be superior,

  but I think that you’re just feeling inferior.

  It’s not my problem that you see

  things in black and white.

  Sometimes things are

  neither wrong nor right.

  So, I didn’t agree with you,

  you got your panties twisted

  and cried boo hoo.

  You’re reading things that simply aren’t there

  and then you wonder why I generalize men, my dear.

  You fit the stereotype to the bill,

  because you’re getting all flustered

  even though I’m not attempting ill will.

  Why are you even talking to me

  if you can’t take or don’t want me opinionating?

  I got mine and you got your own point of view.

  If we don’t agree,

  shit, ain’t no reason to cry boo hoo.

  It’ll be all right, dude, you’ll see.

  Tomorrow or the next day, you’ll forget all about me.

  Pieces of Me Too, a collection of song lyrics, and , a sci-fi story.