So, you’re asking for your price?
As precious as bag of mice!
Full off dirt, worthy of disdain –
I’ve never met anyone more deserving pain.
Your hands, they better turn to claws;
for the arm that so eagerly draws
commits such an unforgivable crime –
should I sell it, it would not yield a dime!
Speaking of your beauty, there’s hardly a trace,
with joy would I spit into your ugly face!
Your body disgusts me beyond measure,
to punch you in the stomach would be pleasure.
Of your character I can’t speak
as it is so very bleak.
Luckily, you indulge in solitude;
alas, when you talk, I wish you were mute!
I wouldn’t at least mock your wit
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