Ema Orbmoore


You could've been there to complete my day,
But what you are doing is the other way,
You're trying to make me mad,
And make my day bad.

You used to be my friend,
But something made our friendship end,
You became a different person,
Which gives our quarrel a reason.

You started growing your horn,
Making me wish that you were not born,
I wanted to say to your face,
That you're a disgrace.

You increase my blood pressure,
More than I can measure,
You are a monster,
And you're not going to make any better.

Your head grew harder,
And you don't even respect our mother,
You also ruin my plan,
That's why I hate you man.

You possess the qualities that I hate,
And if you think that you are great,
Well, I'm just disgusted on you,
And I think I'm gonna spew.

If I'm going to have a son,
Or about to marry someone,
I wish that they will never be like you,
And it's true.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 5, 2008

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