Tell you what... since this is getting us nowhere and we've already established that on top of being a 54-year old flip-flopping fat fuck you're also a closet racist.

Why don't you write another poem about shit and toilets?

That is, after all, the one topic you're well versed in.

When you're done, you can read it out loud at our next Zoom meeting.

I AM invited, aren't I?