MAGGIE HABERMAN
DONALD TRUMP IS NOT A FAN
INSULTS WHEN HE CAN
When Shakespeare's a mind for a cussing,
There's no indirection or fussing.
It's straight to the point,
A fool to annoint,
A wit-loaded bold blunderbussing.
marred by insults
the heart heals with time
scar tissue remains
were many insults
which were caused by many cults
upsetting results
A long stare at one is plain insult:
I’ve never done that to an adult,
Even one in his dying Renault,
Badly harassing him with some fault,
Wanting to end up in their own vault
Or owner dispatch to his own vault…
But should one adult spare insults,
Who has been offering open assaults
And could on a youth use catapults
With all their devastating results?
Indeed, respect is reciprocal:
On this never stop being the vocal,
Your stand points incisively focal,
Whether in town or a place local…
This for the consumption of the child
Beginning to sprout wings a bit wild…
Don't throw me insults
in the form of embers ...
I might as well deviate
and not be hit ...
But your poor hands,
they could be burned ...!
Utterances offering the wrong ideas
Like murder-planning spears:
To their recipient an enough sting
But to the source songs to freely sing
The seventy-two teeth of crocodile,
Together jammed and survival is for a while;
Participating voices ascending mountain tops
Like they are sure there should be no stops;
Their height a far cry from teaks;
Path the resonating bellows and laughable squeaks
A rivalry of cacophony
And festival of polyphony;
Rude demonstrations of rude interruptions
And recreation of volcanic eruptions.
A contradiction of the other voice is a goal,
The longing for it, down the soul;
The gentle questions for trickery,
The applauding hands from mockery.
Insults first fruits are slaps unendurable,
Their predictable lasts, blows unmanageable.
No.75 -makes me think that a whole chapter of Frankenstein is missing
where he made a dog from a spare foot
No.76 - looks like a fart travelling backwards
No. 77 - i think he can see the edge of his other eye round the back of his head
No. 78 - sounds like a vacuum cleaner on a ventilator machine
No.79 - looks like he was running for a bus that stopped too quick
You're not as dumb as people say, you're dumber
Seen people like you before, but had to pay admission
You're so fat, you could sell shade
Do you need a license to be that ugly?
Stupidity is not a crime so you're free to go
You're so old, when you were a kid, rainbows were black and white
Every time I'm next to you, I get an intense desire to be alone
You're so fat, you leave footprints in concrete
How did you get here, did someone leave your cage open?
As an outsider, what do you think of the human race
Just because you have one doesn't mean you have to act like one
You're so ugly, you scared the crap out of the toilet
I'm jealous of people that don't know you
You're so ugly when your mom dropped you off at school
she was fined for littering
I can explain it to you but I can't understand it for you
Some babies are dropped on their heads but you must have
been thrown at a wall
I'm busy now, can I ignore you some other time?
Keep rolling your eyes, perhaps you'll find a brain back there
I'd like to see things from your point of view but I can't get
my head that far up my ass
You Amused me with your insults
But you are no where near been like Donald Trump.
A rich man who is now president.
Well put together but he insult no one.
But only speak from what he see but not about people.
Nor insult thinking that he's better than any one.
So please stop using me and my son to feel good about yourself. For I said it before. It's a pathetic childish game.
That you should know better. But embarrassing yourself.
I may grow up different from you but, I can't predict the future. But from the way I see it yours is not very promessing as well.
Insults By Trump
Trump's insults seem to be unending
And on mind of a child are depending
Don't invite people and be a deterrent
Knowledge of issues is never current
His campaign should be suspending.
Jim Horn
Red #1
Entry #7
2-26-12
The sensitivity of my cold feet
All I hear are the sounds of my deafening heartbeat
Can't fall asleep
Can't eat
Being pushed around like dead meat
The feeling of your heart being stomped on by soccer cleats
The reek of my weakness
My subconscious is like a paranormal leech
My emotions get the best of me
The easy life cheats
The hard life is being a step closer to becoming a deadbeat
There are tears streaming down my cheeks.
The taste of defeat.
Forced to retreat.
Just don't bother me.
Don't judge me.
Please leave me be.
For this is what it feels like to be bullied.
Glowing, half transparent
underneath the pot, burnt,
yes I'm scorched but not sweating,
because I'm furious, so hurt!
Horrid, nagging insults
though they break before my skin,
salt unto the open wound
fire on oil's brim.
My tongue is dull as a dagger,
my bones rot like pure gold,
only like the fire,
I'm not at all bold.
I'm as weak as a boulder,
I'm as kind as an angry beast;
generous as I rip and tear
bones and sinful meat!
Oh, weak am I? and sissy?
brainless? or no wit?
a syllable of another word,
my teeth will loose grit!
Thoughtless and unworthy?
boiling in a pit?
One more word I'll eat you up,
slash you into bits!
Glowering near translucent,
underneath the pot, burnt,
and the pot is a a-brimmin'
'cuz man, I am so hurt.
Worthless noogy insult,
'though they shatter upon my bones
spice upon a wet fresh cut
fire melting gold...
I'm nearsighted like an eagle,
I can only fight a boar,
one insult I'll show them
see if they'd ask for more.
Send Me No Insults When I Die
Send me no insults when I die
couldn't hurt me if you try
Send those insults while I live
so returning fire I can give
Never try to stab me in the back
my third eye is always on track
I once dearly loved a damn good fight
now I rather prefer to just be right
Send not fools to do your dirty work
I despise fools and simply hate jerks
Take your measures like a real man
with blows delivered in upfront stand
Send me no insults when I am dead
cry your woes, kiss my **** instead
My soul at rest , my spirit in the sky
I say piss on you and don't ask why!
Robert L. 05-27 2014
A lucky inspiration.
I just read an email from a bitter enemy.
He declared he would piss on my grave soon enough! A veiled threat
(possibly) .. I laugh at and now write this little tribute to
the guy's stupidity.
Contumacious remarks abound
Words that sting and injure deeply
A reflection of their inner turmoil
Played out in another’s space
Their hatred knows no bound
The distance of the internet
Turns us into faceless combatants
A Case study on wounding for wounding sake
Image consciousness rules the day
The image required not found
With a cursory glance
The inner person
Of no importance
The gloss of looks and the clothes one wears
Sparkles and fools
The rejection stings
Its ferocity and frequency
An attempt to demoralise
The vituperation of unknowns
Has inflicted deep un-healing wounds
Forever kept fresh and open
No peace for your psyche
The occasional warmth
Stings hardest
The rarity of affection seems
A cruel inhuman joke
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