You say, "impunity".

I'm not so small.

You're reading into this.

Cut another notch in your table leg.

Another dead poet washed away.

You're proud of all your friends.

They don't have any feelings.

They know so goddamn much.

A snap of the finger sends me reeling,

has me kneeling, e.e. cummings.

e.e. cummings