You chose to be my nemesis
So simply you are round the twist You give me nightmares
How can this be?
You make me want to spit

I've pulled myself together
This has to be the end
I've ironed out of the creases
Your faeces,
Flushed fully down the U-bend

You drained me of my sanity
Tried to push me down a manhole Now I have for you just pity
You're nothing but an asshole!

Don't Bring Me Down
I like to think of The Pretty Things Don't need you around
The penny's dropped, 'kerching'

An insecure bully
I wonder why?
Let's look up Freud
I've not the time!

You're a pugnacious skydiver
Falling from the sky
Bang goes you a large splat of goo
My eyes remaining dry

You try to knock people out
With their confidence totally shattered
You're like a poorly pebbledashed house
Very badly splattered!

You're a breath of stale air
And to be fair
You're an unkind CO2
You're a potent pollutant person
You are the poison few!

You look for bad points
Not the best
You grew up to be
You've grown grotesque
You persevere in being a pest
When it comes to nasty
You're the best!

A year on you at a psychiatrists convention
They'd take a year or two to draw conclusions
They'd agree there is no medicine
For those with such delusions

Why do you feel so threatened
By others just like me
Are you inane or just insane?
Why can't you let things be?

In a large crowd you're dysfunctional Like a mouse that's lost its tongue
In a familiar crowd
All we hear is the sound
Of a know-it-all's hum-drum-hum

Please take to the floor
You jealous bore
Go and join the dancers
Nah, that's not for you
You're doom and gloom
Go opine with necromancers

You are a nosey parker
A spiteful little man
A two-faced little skidmark
Deep within the pan

Like a detract train of thought
Like a carbuncled wart
Going on around in circular
Like chewing gum sucked to numb
You're cancerous, tubercular!

You went to the doctor's surgery
He said "no cure for that
Whomever grinned and beared you
Certified you constant twat"

Mr misanthropic,
Is a blot on your small name
You could have been a normal chap
But I'm happy your heart's lame

Why are you such a bastard
A soul that surely sorryful?
I'll end this rhyme
Because it's time
To tell you that you're 'orrible!