Nasty Poem.

This mucky word combination I have crafted

All my vileness I used when this was drafted

I aim for a delectably desecrated display of prose

With a vulgar rhythm hurtful enough to wilt a rose

The aim of this depraved tirade

Simply to rain on your parade

You see I think you’re weak and foolish

And you sir your face looks quite ghoulish

You over there with the silly hair

And I won’t say anything about the people over there

I don’t look the like of you much

Not going to refrain from saying such

I wish you would all just leave

The presence of you makes me wish to heave

But truth be told I’m rather lonely and scared of rejection

So I push people away and look for an adverse reaction

Really I would have liked to have had a chat

But I never learnt how to handle that

I actually think you look friendly

But being nice is not trendy

See the thing is this we live by example

My examples of meanness have been ample

And being the meanest can offer protection

So that’s the real reason for my projection