What about the percentage of the population that you would never think to send a love poem to?
What would you send them?
Here is my version of a typical hate poem, I have called it:
It is in the way you...
It is in the way you...and I do everything together
...and the way you stick to the pallet of my life like old peanut butter...
that makes me get this feeling of homicide, deep down inside...
It is in the way you...get all sentimental and retell our memories together
...and draw out every sentence and word
over and
over and
over and
over and
over again, which makes me want to visit a hypnotherapist who specializes in erasing memory
It is in the way you...laugh
...which makes me want to make you cry all the time
It is in the way you... admire all I say
... and how you want to be like me, that makes me want to change my name and move to Zimbabwe
It is in the way you...eat that pie
....with the flakes getting stuck in between your teeth and falling from your gaping jaws onto your heaving fat rolls...
which has caused me to hurl words of disgust at you
It is in the way you... say forever and "for life"
... that made me think there is no way out and made me dial that number: 080 HITMAN
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