Take My Umbrage Poem by tvzb menthol

I'm fearful my first poem here, written in a vaguely Huntress Thompson mode, will (have been) censored before it can spread her wings. I hope not. I met hunter Thompson at two parties. He was intentionally vile but of course. I felt some pity actually. He signed a dollar bill for me, long lost. My wife was offended by his saying to her 'I pity you' when she more or less asked him who he was -- as in why husband are you asking for his autograph. Asked innocently enough and taken toxically. Little bit of a prick, eh.. Pity indeed. Please do not take Umbrage.