Diss Sonnet

Your wit is sour and your pits waft a’ foul

To what has broken you to become scathed

‘Tween you harps peace but you frequently prowl 
 
Hot water n’er touches your skin unbathed

Behest came your slugs from behind a stone

Adorned in sheets that are tacky and stink

Gnomes upon gnomes have simply overthrown

Your lackys that are cowardly as mink

Pour and lay glistening your faint smelled sweat 

That squeezes out when your fat ass eats peeps

I regret that from all my days this summer met

Your anger bursts forth from your Samsung tweets

And is heard by no-one important live

Lost within the honeycombs through the hives

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