Another (very short) poem that began on Twitter and was reworked when I realized that the last line was, by mistake, a total lipogram.
I get defensive next to those who don’t know they’re unlike me
Turning my cheek before they see how close they come to strike me.
No blood is drawn so I think that should work out, good and dandy.
But I don’t know if I’m too proud or too much of a pansy.