From Fenn to Fennigan

I poke you,
I prod you,
I stroke you,
With poison pen,
I fake you,
I stake you,
For every mistake,
I rake you,
Over the coals,
We only knows,
Where I goes,
And Why,
I fold you under,
I strike the thunder,
That comes from within,
Just try to let it go,
You won’t,
Let it show,
As I stick you once again,
In this poem,
From Fenn,
To Fennigan
9.13.10