Doghouse

The next round in the endless battle
Has begun. She rolls her tweets
Of Aristotelian logic – ripped
From the headlines of Kemetic scrolls –
Like a newspaper. She then beats
Her target over the head with it,
As if her opponent is a dead horse
Or a dog who had soiled her Persian rug.

“See! See what you did?” she screams
As she retweets the offending message
As if she is pointing to a puddle of urine.
“We do that outside!”

Anyone on the receiving end
Can only whimper or block her.
They know they are being chastised,
But she never makes clear the reason why.

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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