Unfinished draft from "I hate everything", by SteffyPop

I hate people being themselves

Getting happy when they see pink

And cuddly with their partners like

They’re little babies with their moms

I hate people showing human sides

When they caress the co-perpetrator

Of the horrific paedophilic rape crimes

Yet still they have to consume food and get hugs

I hate people admitting to liking things

Smiling, timidly, while speaking of the

Style in which this asset enables them

To connect to the true self – a primate

I hate the way people look when they’re attracted

Like a little baby boy trying to hug a pinata

Looking at it expecting it to love him back

Finding out, later in life, this expectation is hope

I hate people just being seated in a nice backdrop

Thinking its a special night, just cause there’s candles

And other people that chew to the rhythm of the piano

They take this opportunity to copulate and propose

I hate people that wear helmets when they bike

As if their life is worth saving at all

The arrogance in which they value their own life

So highly, that they’d roll around town looking like fools

I hate people that stop smoking cause their grandmother died

Smoking was probably the only true pleasure she had anyways

Now you waste your life on yoga mats, wearing pearls and white

And the waves hit the Pacific shore as your Uber waits to tattoo you

I hate the people that go to work cause they like their colleagues

They’re huggers, and wear silver bracelets, and always brush their 

teeth

I hate people that take their time and read about the cookies on web

pages

They’re stingy cheapskates that’d never give a homeless a dime

I hate people that say a coke cause they drank yesterday

Those people believe in calling it a day and change the sheets once a 

week

I hate people

Because they don’t even get it