Haiku for a newspaper critic

You quiffy, farty, shiny face,
you think you’re the man,
but you can’t hack the pace.
Twatty, tossy, poofy arse,
smirking moron,
your life’s a farce.
Judging people,
sneering comment,
no talent feeble,
you make me vomit.
I see your fame,
I hear your words,
you’re playing the game,
throwing turds.

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