Hate’s too strong,
Dislike’s too weak,
There’s not a word,
To describe this freak!
With rose-tinted glasses
And cheap bleached hair,
She walks around,
Without a care.
It beats me how
She can live in a bubble
And turn a blind eye
To all signs of trouble.
The apple of her daddy’s eye,
She hides the rotten core inside,
She says, “I’m worried bout the masses”
And thinks their heads are up their asses.
You poor, ignorant narcissist
You’re at the top of my hate list,
But then again how does it matter
I bet you think this poem flatters!
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