Too Late

Oh please, grow up,
I'm tired of this yammer,
On and on about useless lies,
Nobody cares but we can tell the difference,
Stuff it, see the grand in this hate,
I dislike you so much I've written a poem about you.
Don't grieve, I'm being quite quaint.

The stars will stop flaring and blow out,
When I start liking you,
It'd take the end of the world,
And probably longer,
For you to get some decent friends,
I tried to be nice but look back on how you treat us,
Aha, are you starting to think again?

If you were on your knees and praying,
One hand on the bible, swearing,
That you do not lie,
I still wouldn't believe you,
I'm just about sane enough not to,
It's common knowledge, love,
And a little bit too late for confession.