I spent all the time
to think it out,
to pour a rhyme
from verbal spout.
I chose all the words
to reap your spite,
to rile the herds,
to hear you gripe.
I watched every day
to check the bait,
to make you play,
to feel your hate.
I learned the right time
to make the post,
to top the line;
be viewed the most.
After all of that
where my hate be at?
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
I spent all the time
to think it out,
to pour a rhyme
from verbal spout.
I chose all the words
to reap your spite,
to rile the herds,
to hear you gripe.
I watched every day
to check the bait,
to make you play,
to feel your hate.
I learned the right time
to make the post,
to top the line;
be viewed the most.
After all of that
where my hate be at?
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