The poem
You don't like me? Well fuck, what a shame,
I'll try not to collapse at the sound of my name.
Should I beg for approval? Put on a sad face?
Or quietly vanish and give you more space?
Nah. I've got better shit to do with my day,
Than twist myself smaller to suit what you say.
Your opinion can sit there, all bitter and loud,
Wave it like a flag if it makes you feel proud.
I'm not here to please you, impress or perform,
I've survived far worse than your personal storm.
So dislike me freely, go on, carry on-
I'll still be right here when your outrage is gone.
The design
Comfort Colors® 1717, with the Editorial design printed on the front.