The Minnow

I'm a minnow, just a minnow in a fast-flowing stream
With my old friend the stickleback and an arrogant bream
Whom we hate with a passion, but even more so the sharks
And of course the barracudas and the arch-patriarchs
Who lord it over everyone who ever shed scales
I'm referring of course to those bastards, the Whales

It's all a conspiracy, and we've known it forever
The total frustration of our every endeavor
"You're tiny, you're a tiddler, and you don't know your plaice"
She's our member of parliament, and a total disgrace
Now at long last we've discovered it, our esprit de corps
And thanks to social media, we're powerless no more

There are deep wells of bitterness in the dark of our caves
But the minnows and the sticklebacks are no longer slaves
We threaten rape and disfigurement, and once in a while
Innovate to coordinate tsunamis of bile
So we're weak, insignificant, and we fictionalize
"Why not, with anonymity both possible and wise?"

We're the masters of misogyny when safely unseen
Rejoicing in the poetry of the whorehouse latrine
The females, especially the bottle, nose and blue
Have learned to fear the stickleback, his associate too
So we taunt and we terrify with the utmost élan
And we do it 'cause we want to, because simply, we can

It's a price, I won't apologize for having to say
That as they have more than I have, then for this they must pay
I call it, "Freedom of speech" and with a ghost of a smile
Defend my entitlement to be disturbingly vile
So, this is my power, my little pull on the chain
I began as a minnow, and a minnow I remain