To the person who advised me to go and f**k myself

You bauble of humanity, with your babbling inanity,
And banal stream of sheer profanity, I pronounce on you this curse;
You blubbery little manatee, I'll prick your bubble-headed vanity,
Ere you drive me to insanity, and I'll do it all in verse.

Now the laws of hospitality, not to mention practicality,
Prevent me from an act retaliatory, similar in scope;
But no-one would think it odd of me, were I to recommend some sodomy,
By a kangaroo or wallaby, while you dangle from a rope.