Offend Me
What can I write that would offend me so much that I offend myself?
Do I have to defend myself?
My brain’s in the bookshelf
I wish you’d dress like an elf
Not like some boring elf but a really hot one
Your sarcasm can burn the sun
You make humour fun
I want a burger in that bun
I don’t know what I’ve begun
yours in offensive poetry,
Count Robot
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