Notes About The Poem
First try at a mono-rhyme with a 10/8 syllable count.
Some Folks Choose To Insult
Yes, you’re able to blame, able to swear,
To insult, to shame and to slight.
Some people think this is how to live life,
Turn everything into a fight.
One teen I know, always asks for a hand,
Then complains you’re not doing it right.
Always puts you down, to put herself up,
Plays the victim but’s never contrite.
What happens to arrogant folks like this?
Are they happy, or chip, or upright?
No, they just don’t get to feel real content,
Alone, making people uptight.
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