Insult Poem
Your fat and your selfish
You smell like dead fish.
You always smoke weed
And never done a good deed.
You're a puny onion-eyed maggot-pie
Who looks like they were raised in a pigsty.
And never will anyone like you
They hate every little thing you do.
So long as you're a dwarfish toad
I hope you get killed crossing a road.
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