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