Cumberground
You helpless dalcop
Nothing but a flapdoodle
Quite the pathetic raggabrash
Less than a loiter-sacked lubberwort
Wimpy, worthless wandought
Moronic whiffle-whaffle
You filthy bedswerver
A simple boob.
The man in the mirror calls me names,
His list of insults long –
I therefore daily set my aims
In an attempt to prove him wrong.
Morning's Early Dark 