Today's challenge was to write an insult poem. I've been having trouble with a grumpy, cantankerous boss, so this came easy...
Morning approaches
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
curse 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
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