"What? Oh you are so easily offended!
What now?
Will you write a poem?"
Oh I won't just write a poem
I will pull alliterations out of your ass
And metaphors out of your morbid mouth
I will spin similes like you spin lies
And my rhyme scheme as random as your judgement
Or sometimes, even non-existent
Like your stupid brain
So, one bitch to another
I will not just write a poem
I will write it on the lines of my metaphorical palm
And slap you
Till your metaphorical cheeks
Turn into my chapbooks
Now tell me
Do you really want me to write a poem?
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