His hair was as dirty as the lies
All he does is cries
He thinks he's cool
Although he's just a tool
He is so pathetic
It makes him synthetic
He gets as mad as a duck without food
Sometimes I just have to be rude
His brain is so small
I doubt he uses it at all
He thinks his mixtape is fire
But he's just a big liar
He thinks he's so lit
And he says that he's fit
It's time to workout
Instead of pout
Instead of pout
I think your poem is really clever
ReplyDeleteYou sure did pull a mean lever
These boys think they're one cool crew
but everything in this poem is true
But I do have a wag of the finger
Some of your words stay and linger
This fix will be nice and calm
I know you can do it because you are the bomb
I like that your insults are fire,
ReplyDeletethis poem must have taken some time
You may need a new grammar specialist to hire,
for you'll do anything to make a rhyme