Do Your Worst

Perhaps you think I’m sitting here, amazed. Egregious as the test you set me is, the truth is, I am utterly unfazed. Desultory, to me, this kind of quiz. Of course I like a challenge. Don’t we all? God’s chosen one? The lawyer. He gets his. Concupiscence I’ll use (I have the gall): attendant difficulties, I ignore. Tough polysyllables? The merest squall before the sunshine. What I most adore, objectively, is playing with your mind: you throw me junk, I somehow make it soar. So do your worst. I thrive on rotten rind. Opprobrium I effortlessly flout, neglect embrace: contumely, leave behind. The rancour’s like the Russians, put to rout, or North Koreans, tied up, tamed and tazed. You’ll try, but you will never catch me out.