Little man

You look at me
like I was dirt on your shoe.
You ask me questions
and think I don’t have a clue.
What gives you the right
to smirk and look down on me?
I look at you
and a little man is all I see.
A man who gets a kick
out of watching people react.
Well today my friend
you have met your match.
You don’t
intimidate me one little bit.
You may try
to rise me, but I will still sit.
Then I will
tell you what you can do.
It begins with
an F and ends with one too.