As I walked past my bookcase

I thought I heard my Buddhist figurine

Call me a cunt

Why did you call me a cunt

I asked

As I thought you were my friend

I did not call you cunt

But I am unhappy with your attitude to life

You are far too aggressive

And often stare into the abyss

We agreed to differ

But I had an uneasy feeling

That my Buddhist figurine

Had called me a cunt

For no apparent reason