She Says...

Alright, look here buddy,
You might think you're clever
But I think you're nutty.
You're crafty with words, let them scamper and play,
How could you not see what my verse meant to say?

You're not the only author with license
To use words like riots or kidnap or vices
To mean otherwise than their creators intended.
Why, I'm worried our whole world is upended
If you can't understand, if i have to translate,
the inner meaning of what i create.
Who knows what's at stake?
My poem, you silly, was about my headache.