Keep ur knOwse uP, plz?!?
To a fellow human. I forgive you. have a laugh.
So you want to turn up your nose?
You don’t like my prose? Ye yearn to be foes?
Please. This battle I’ll have considered done, with you defeated.
Though, no metaphors are needed to explain that you’re just that conceded!
Lyrically, one could see that you think you’re wits deserve applause and awe.
Juxtaposed to me you’re cabbage stew, while I’m Foie Gras.
It would seem you’ve started quite the conundrum.
You can’t beg; can’t plead; can’t hide; guess I’ll have to dumb it down some!
Sorry to say, they haven’t lent your name to a constellation.
Not Cygnus, Andromeda, Canis (the minor or the major); not even to the crustacean!
Don't worry, there is no need to gawk at my rhymes, so plain.
I'll provide you with the chalk white outline, for your brain.
I could continue round on this philippic carousel.
Though, i've wasted enough of my breath on you, so piss off and fare thee well!