The hate that I carry for certain things is somewhat irrational.
Like local news, national news, **** I just hate them all.

Corn on the cob, a ****** slob, neither of these are appealing.
Al ****** Roker a **** hand in poker or the noise of tires squealing.

Exhausted cliches' the word cliche and **** you Betty White.
She's not that funny, she's not even clever, to tv she's but a slight.

If you tell me your christian I won't even listen to what you have to say.
I could bid you ado or say *******, each and every day.

Don't get me wrong I know of my hate, I said it doesn't make sense.
Capitalism ***** poodles are ugly and voting just makes me tense.

Now tell me how I've killed your vibe you karma believing ****.
It doesn't exist no need to persist, your insistence will get you naught.

Very old knots, those ****** themed slots, and even the unicorn.
I'd strap his *** to a watering board and saw off that ****** horn.

You want something pretty? A little less ******? Than all my putrid hate.
I'm good at this game and I know that it's lame and by now it's getting late.

For now I must leave you I probably won't grieve you and I won't say that I'm sorry.
I needed to write I do it in spite of the fact I have no talent.