Insult Poem

Your smile is like looking at the bottom of the trash
One of these days your face will make someone crash

Your odor is like the smell of jock sweat
Your mom calls you a big regret

I should get a personal bodyguard so your head would go smash
Your face just looks like an irritated rash
You have no friends and no one likes you but don't fret
You better skedaddle before I put you on a jet