Today's challenge was to write an insult poem. I've been having trouble with a grumpy, cantankerous boss, so this came easy...
I'm filled with dread
Already replaying previous words that you've said
I work hard all of the night
You tear down my achievements like you flick off a light
Yet I'm still proud of what I've done.
So who do you think you are?
Did you buy a bed with dual bad sides?
Judging by your troll-like figure, it must be in the genes,
Your mother couldn't trade you for any magic beans
So she must have prayed to the gods to vex you
with a sour disposition
so that no one could stand you
Throw in a little gender confusion, just to be sure,
And here you are to torment me
My only question?
Who did I vex that would curse me to be in your presence?
-Justin M. Howe