Hate 3

Its wrong to hate
But for me it’s a pleasure
No need to create
It’s like unburied treasure
I hate for my reasons
Ones I’ve made up
A hate for all seasons
It fills up my cup

I hate lentil soup and the way that you smile
I hate dry roast peanuts and Jeremy Kyle

I hate David Cameron and the way that you moan
I hate eating cabbage and sleeping alone

I hate dogs that fart and the way that you laugh
I hate bugs and spiders and Burger King staff

I hate men of the cloth and the way that you talk
I hate tweeting budgies and parrots that squawk

I hate all songs by Prince and the way that you eat
I hate tooth ache and groin strain and prickly heat

I hate vegetarians and the way that you wink
I hate crying babies and all shades of pink

I hate Nigel Farage and the way that you look
I hate red tape and forms and gobbledygook

I hate lumpy custard and the way that you speak
I hate writers groups and the way they critique

I hate puppies and kittens and the way that you smell
I hate all kinds of religion and all types of hell

I hate Gino De Campo and the way that you run
I hate opera and hip hop and Atilla The Hun

I hate BBC News and the cold way you hug
I hate rabbits and field mice and graves freshly dug

I hate liberal thinkers and the way that you cry
I hate robins and sparrows and of course the magpie

I hate impotent pandas and the way that you sing
I’m a grumpy old bastard who hates everything

Especially you