Sticks and stones may break my bones, 

But words can hurt me too. 

Those words are dirt, 

Beneath my feet. 

Those words are seldom true.

I can't stop their efforts 

It's something I can't beat 

But I'm poisoning my dust 

My dust that they eat.

So choke on my remains,

And don't be discreet

Show the world my superiority 

While your lives remain 

Incomplete.