Litany for Regifting
Your animus toward Her is judging
as you expound the soul who spellbound and hunted,
for you are the animal with the anvil and Her poorest choice.
Remedy Her for the sake of the Shepherd’s principle,
the face and master who is you.
For this apologia,
you are ordinary and loathsome.
Remember this, fourth-rate narrator:
Her gifts were debased,
displaced among white elephants,
barefaced varmints full of dicked offense.