You can’t be mean to your enemies

and not have anger

eat you up.

You are a monster

singing lovely tunes to the masses

while everybody knows, it’s not the true song

you have inside.

Any poison in your mouth

has been brewing deep

in your stomach

like a toad

that sprouts

warts

on beautiful people.

Your mouth betrays who you are

as you bite the beautiful

with gossip,

with your slimy

teeth.

A confidant knows, you will kill them

if they turn their ears away

This is why, spinless creatures listen

to your poisonous talk

you toxic toad.

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