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
