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Diablo Crow Poem
We want to stop laughing at you but your dumbfuggery continues to amuse us.
We want to stop laughing at you but you keep acting like a doofus.
I want to stop laughing at you but you are such a pathetic joke.
Everywhere you go people say," Now there's a jackface bloke."
We want to stop laughing at you but your behavior is ridiculous.
We want to stop laughing but your dumb antics cause such a fuss.
I wish we could stop laughing at you if I ever got the chance.
I laugh so hard at your stupidity that I almost pee my pants.
We wish we could stop laughing at you but your ignorance is iconic.
We wish we could stop laughing at you but you are just too moronic.
I wish I could stop laughing at you, but no time is ever fit.
I will never stop laughing at you, because you will always be an idiot.
Copyright © Diablo Crow | Year Posted 2025
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Diablo Crow Poem
Dooshay the Clown, with an evil smile so wide,
So ugly and scary he made people run and hide.
Dooshay was loud, rude, arrogant and mean
He was the most unfunny clown I have ever seen.
Dooshay was truly sinister with ice blue eyes that would stare
His lack of personal hygiene, brought a rotten stench to the air.
"I am the smartest clown to ever live!" he would loudly proclaim,
Bullying others was his sick little game.
He thought he was the most handsome clown ever, second to none
But he was morbidly obese, dumber than a rock and not very fun.
The loved looking in the mirror, thinking no other clown can compare.
He believed that no circus could find a more amazing clown anywhere
Dooshay had a short fuse. His temper tantrums were like an angry storm.
He had little regard for others. His heart was far from warm.
He was cruel and manipulative and enjoyed gaslighting.
He loved starting trouble and enjoyed fighting.
Dooshay had a sense of superiority, he thought he had lots of wits and smarts.
He was smug and pretentious and was in love with the smell of his own farts.
He thought he was a ladies man, beautiful women were his to pick.
He was unaware that no one wanted his flacid little deek.
Dooshay, walked with his red nose in the air as he strutted so proud,
He would get cry and pout when he heard no cheers from the crowd.
Behind his back they would mock him and roll their eyes.
Dooshay the Clown was such a good liar that he believed his own lies.
Copyright © Diablo Crow | Year Posted 2025
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Diablo Crow Poem
I hope that joy never comes your way.
I hope your job never gives you a raise in pay.
I hope you never receive any good thing.
I hope your envy towards me is like a piercing sting.
I hope for you karma is just.
I hope all your big dreams turn to dust.
I hope that my success and financial gain
will make your soul feel great pain.
I hope my blessings become your curse
As I grow happier, your sadness gets worse.
Copyright © Diablo Crow | Year Posted 2025
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Diablo Crow Poem
Hope you had an amazing birthday with all your new friends.
I saw the picture of your tanned legs on Instagram.
You posted about relaxing with a drink by the pool.
Happy to have made new friends who seemed pretty cool.
When I commented happy birthday on your Facebook, it didn't get a like or a heart. I should have gotten the hint but I am not very smart.
I told you I wish I could have been celebrating with you but I was out of town.
But all you wanted to talk about was your new friends having a BBQ Showdown.
You went on to post about how happy you were and that you were so excited.
I commented that I was there in spirit but I knew that I wasn't invited.
I hope you had the best birthday celebration ever.
I was being brushed off but couldn't take the hint.
You know I am not very clever.
I was shocked when I noticed on Facebook I was unfriended.
I couldn't believe the cruel way our friendship ended.
It hurts that I was thrown away for people you thought were better and new.
It hit me out of nowhere, I didn't have a clue.
You abruptly ended things, severing ties with a knife.
I hope that this was the best birthday of your life.
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Diablo Crow Poem
Your absence brings me joy.
Your presence isn't missed.
I am happier now.
I want to forget you exist.
I thought our friendship was meaningful
Until you decided to split.
Well it really is your loss
Because I realize that to me,
You never meant ****.
I am happy making memories with my new friends.
I am not sorry that you were replaced.
I just wish every happy memory we had together
Could be erased.
I am not sorry, if that makes you upset.
I have not a single regret.
Next time I see you.
I will pretend we never met.
I will avoid you like a disease.
I won't look at or talk to you
Even to say "Bless you" when you sneeze
You made the mistake when you threw me away
I am better off without you.
Now I'm joyful every day.
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Diablo Crow Poem
Never argue with a narcissist. You will never win.
You are better off playing chess with a filthy pigeon.
Never argue with a narcissist, even when you are in the right.
They will twist your words around and try to start a fight.
Never argue with a narcissist, it isn't worth the stress.
They will turn around and blame you when they are the ones
who made the mess.
When they know you see through them, they will fear exposure.
That is when they dump you, don't try to seek closure.
Never underestimate what goes on in their sick twisted brain.
They will lie and gaslight you and make you think you are insane.
Don't confront their bad behavior, I know this may seem hard.
Don't show the hurt and anger you feel about their discard.
Never give your narcissist, your precious time of day.
The only way you will win with them is to just not play.
They will never take accountability, so please take my advice.
If you play stupid games with a narcissist, you win a stupid prize.
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Diablo Crow Poem
That woman is a force of nature with a soul full of fire.
That woman is feared and respected, the kind of person you admire.
That woman isn't bothered by petty things, they can't get her stressed.
That woman is a loving wife and mother, who makes her family feel blessed.
That woman knows she is a badass.
She knows she is fierce and bold.
That woman may have a tough exterior but underneath she has a heart of gold.
That woman works hard with might and grit.
She never backs down from getting what she wants.
That woman refuses to quit.
That woman can't messed with.
She knows her self worth.
That woman was meant to be remarkable
since the day of her birth.
That woman's spirit shines bright like a flame.
That woman is intimidating to others with the mere mention of her name.
That woman is always glowing and grinning.
The world is her oyster. She prospers in all she does.
That woman is always winning.
That woman loves herself and scoffs at those trying to make her feel small.
The good things she has are rightfully her's.
That woman knows she deserves it all.
That woman knows she is beautiful and pities those who disagree.
That woman is cunning, ambitious and smart.
That woman is me!
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Diablo Crow Poem
My haters wear a frown because
Despite their attempts to turn my life upside down
My life is happy and my smile is bright.
They get angry at the sight.
They are bitter because their lives are rough.
They are resentful because my success is more than enough.
They watch me pass with hate in their eyes.
They failed to destroy my reputation with lies.
My happy life makes them mad.
Because their lives are miserable and sad.
I have amazing friends who make me smile.
They love my personality and love my style.
Noone will give my haters the time of day.
Their unpleasant demeanors drive everyone away.
My haters are failures that is why they always frown.
They will never amount to anything that is why they
enjoy bringing others down.
While I live my best life
My haters hang their heads in shame.
Because noone believes their bull
when they throw dirt on my name.
I have survived wound in my back, inflicted from their knife.
They have tried to make me so miserable in hopes that I would take my own life.
It disgusts them that I am not only still alive
but that I still continue to prosper and thrive.
I have fought many battles against them, which I have won.
While they brood in the darkness, I will enjoy my time in the sun.
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Diablo Crow Poem
I may be cuckoo for coco puffs but you have the personality of a wet sock.
I am a beautiful and rare gem. You're a boring grey rock.
You call me unhinged and mentally unstable. But I don't see anyone who wants to sit at your table.
Most people find me endearing and quirky. But you are as fun as a cold frozen turkey.
What I call unique is what you call weird. When people are true to themselves, they are often feared.
Of course a basic beyach like you would call me bat dung crazy.
It is better than being stupid, whiny and lazy.
People mock me because I am different. I pity them because they are all the same.
I admit I am a bit ridiculous but at least I'm not lame.
My antics are outrageous and at times loud.
I would rather be an odd duck that to blend in with the crowd.
You may say I am insane and mad as a hatter.
But my madness is brilliance.
By attempting to insult me, you actually flatter.
What you call wack-a-doodle others call creative genius.
I love who I am and flaunt my uniqueness.
My aura is rainbow and sparkles. I am a bit of a freak.
But yours is beige, drab, forgettable and weak.
My wonderful vibrant personality is often celebrated.
But your sad existence is barely tolerated.
I embrace my eccentricities. It's all part of my charm.
Does unapologetically being myself cause anyone harm?
My quick wit and outspokenness is why I am adored.
When people hear you talk, they yawn and act bored.
You may say I am bonkers and nuttier than a fruitcake.
But at least I am not phony or plastic or fake.
I may have a few screws loose but at least I am good in bed.
I bet when your husband is pumping into you, that you just lay there and play dead.
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Diablo Crow Poem
You are a vile person and nasty to the core
if you can convince people they don't want to be alive anymore.
You're a psychotic piece of trash if you break down someones self-esteem.
You're terrible if you make them feel so worthless that they give up on their dream.
You're are disgusting if you laugh at someone's thoughts of suicide.
Your a sicko if you gleefully tell them that you wouldn't care if they died.
You are seriously screwed up in the head, if you tell someone that their spouse would be better off if they were dead.
You are one twisted fugg if you ever lied
to try to turn a person's friends against them and have them join your side.
If you get your rocks off by treating others cruelly,
you're nothing but a loser, a coward and a bully
You enjoy kicking people who are down just to make their lives tougher.
It makes you feel powerful to cause others to suffer.
You have little empathy for the people you hurt.
You will never feel satisfied until they are buried in dirt.
You are an ugly hearted person, who is vindictive and sadistic.
You have no redeeming qualities, you are deranged and narcissistic.
If tearing down others is your major life goal,
you are nothing but a d-bag who has an empty soul.
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