Jeremiah Ortega

Insult Poem


I wish I could tell you that I like how you dress
And I would but I can't get over your breath
I wish I could say that I admire your style
But getting past your hair might take me awhile


If I could I'd be nice and lie to your face
If not for the acne that's taking it's place
I'd stop laughing if I could
But your face looks like wood


Your eyebrows are bushy like a tree
Not to be mean but you smell like pee
Your head is skinny just like a stick
Your mind is girly just like a chick


Your arms are furry like a bear
Your scary faves gives off a scare
Your voice sounds like a witch
You belong  to a hitch