Poem: How to take care of a nuisance

Should a man turn
to vulgarity and taboo
on a day of great trial

Be he set at naught
and locked away
to a high distant eyrie
so as to hide him

May he be sent to a hovel
buried by sand
and ogreish winds

And let him rest there
until his boorish nature calms
Adding insult to injury
by telling the man
–sod the fuck off

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