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Oh, Big Mad why do you vex me
With your torn pants and angry face
and mean words about my poetry

Oh, Big Mad why can't you feel
more than anger and contempt
and that men who feel are real

Oh, Big Mad with your cat calls
and your sweepy-swappy and your mixin'
and your longing glances down the halls

Oh, Big Mad despite the jeers
I am glad to call you friend
I hope for a great many years