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ОглавлениеThe Obligatory Hate Poem
As common as finding a carrot in sick
A stage magician who’s missing a trick
Like two short planks but twice as thick
A moon insect, you’re a lunar tick
A gob on you that’s never wrong
The life expectancy of a Ramones song
As appetising as a Pitbull in a thong
Two verses about you is two verses too long
You’re right less times than a broken clock
A loyal little sheep in a one man flock
The earth wire of life, you never shock
It would’ve been better if your dad wanked into a sock
There’s a million things you could do
But you have the sticking power of pritt stick glue
And although this poem is nothing new
I never run out of ways, of saying I hate you
