An Answer Poem by Marilyn Shepperson

You say that I mustn't say
some of the things I do
Just because you do not
Does that give you the right
To say that I must not
Well, I tell you straight
My oh so perfect friend
What you should really do
Is live my life for just one hour
And see how you would cope
With all the pressures that I do
And in the meantime, I say this
Up yours, oh so prim and proper
And here's two digits rampant
To go along with that