Your face does not deserve the word ugly,
Which you use on others.
It requires a beautiful roll of my tongue,
Which I won't give to you.
Your raised head does not
deserve the word conceit,
Which you think I see in you.
I see instead your inferiority complex,
Which explains your behavior.
Your downward glance,
which you find charming and clever,
does not evoke a pair of rhymes.
Your crudeness and foolishness
are not worth the beauty and brilliance
of my words.
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