She is a broken Halloween toy
so hideous from head to toe.
She belongs in trash,
the filth inside her, should burn down to ash.

She is good for nothing, good for no one.
A fallen leaf she is, a thorny bush,
the stars in her eyes are dreary and dead.
Her words are poison, her breath is bane.

People are kind to treat her like an option,
yet how ungrateful she is to complain about that fortune.
She should be happy, people...