Day the sixteenth

Today the prompt it to praise in the superlative. I may have turned this upside down . . .

you

your hair is oily and rank
your teeth are black and broken
your oxters are ripe and most dank
and your smile is a useless wee token
your nails are filthy and blackened
your knees are scabbed over with scale
your sneezing should never have happened
and your breath is rancid and stale
you don't wear a coat when it's raining
you don't wear a scarf in the snow
your chatter is not entertaining
and you spread misery wherever you go

Day the ninth

Today the challenge is a concrete poem, where the physical shape reflects the subject, or tries to!

Dripping


when
it is
raining
the
water
runs off
my hat
and
drips
into
my boots.