Best Douche Bag Poems

You are the Evening Star glowing in the night sky;
no one can replace the radiance within you. People tell you that you are not cool,
smart, talkative, real.....making you to feel like a douche bag,
being punched right in your heart. Believe me, I've been where you...

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My soul urns for justice and it’s own freedom why is this sh** keep me awake and everything else continuously makes me break I am demonstrating my fake famous traits amazingly entertaining everyone around me they praise me by keeping my life and my name...

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You marketing types love us.
Blue all over, fear of nothing a man can throw,
Quick to bow down when the boss come by...
not the one paying me...., 
but the one who rules my roost. 

Day breaks looks nice,
especially because the roads aren't covered and filled with...

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She was tidying up the food store,
then soon a mouse appeared on a shelf.
"What a cuuuute lil thing....." she whispered.
So touched by it's white fur and pink nose,
that she called her husband from the sitting room.
He came, he saw, and searched for a baseball bat.
"I'm...

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Hardships have hit my ego,
like a kick-boxer punching a douche bag;
my record as an artist has been compromised;
my back has been against the wall for too long.

My painting style looks clashed; different emotions
with color, interbred in a single canvas; "......if all these emotions
fit into a...

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WWII has been over for 66 years & 
for some reason those responsible for the production of captain america: the first avenger
 think that now is a good time to bring back a douche bag 
who was originally called “super american” 
by his creator, joe...

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I am tired of licking people's boots;
I am tired of being stepped on like a doormat;
I am tired of being punched like a douche-bag.

No more will I turn my cheek to be sprinkled on spray,
for the sake of the show;
No more will my freedom be...

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Steve: This sounds like the traditional Hindu caste system. I get it; all that Kama Sutra stuff.

John: You mean Kama Sutra IPA? It’s a local brew. Not bad.

Steve: Douche bag say wha?

John: Wha?

Steve: Please continue, Dr. Hollywood.

Mitchell: A Class B shedoo would be an average...

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If I was being an ass
And no reason would make up for it,

If I was acting like a douche bag
And tempers had been tested

If I was a buzzkill
And it becomes contagious

If I became a monster
And turned more miserable

Just know
That I still love you
...

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