☻I'm Dancing as Fast as I can☺

 
I woke up wanting to hate someone
But the hate just wouldn’t come.
 
I tried, and tried, with all my might
But couldn’t raise a crumb.
 
Even on my most cheerful days
I could always manage some.
 
Had taking my hate for granted
Finally caused it to succumb?
 
Stunned by this development
I rolled over, feeling numb.
 
I called my "ex" on my old LG;
My disposition, glum.
 
I prayed she might provide a clue
Where this mood was coming from.
 
As I recited my poignant tale
She remained politely mum.
 
While waiting for her answer
I could feel the tension hum.
 
“Never mind about the hate,” she said.
You’ve other issues to overcome.”
 
“Like getting your affairs in order,
My intellectually challenged chum.”
 
"Because I'm convinced you’re fixin' to croak—
From a terminal case of dumb.”