Pick one, or many,
it really doesn’t matter.
They only have meaning,
when you put them all together.
Venomous hatred spewed;
torturous by design.
Poison pen inflicting painful lashes,
inappropriate for the time.
Wrought with irony,
swimming through a sea of conjecture...
What feeble mind constructs
such plethora of insults abound,
resulting in one feeling better
while tearing the other down.
Illusionary answers remain,
retort will only give rise;
ammunition used to fire away
into the stare of the public eye.