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 **** you, 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.
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC
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 **** you, 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.