(A poem about bullying.)

Tubby and four-eyes
Beanpole and shrimp
So many insults
From our battered youth
Taken from the obvious
Before we grew our sass
And learned to sling true barbs

Yet many stay behind
Retaining lamest arrows
To hurl without a care
Ignorant of their immaturity
Within the realm of diss
Thinking themselves smart
As they insult their newest prey

Fools that aim for pain
Getting frustrated at their failure
When the fat know what they are
And the four-eyed make no tears
Maybe they will step down
Realizing their lacking skills
And never throw barbs again