I really hate tinned tuna it smells of rotting death
and xenophobia, a panacea for the stupid.
Bloody pedaloes, their plastic satanic swan heads.
I’m just not that tolerant at all to intolerance
which I’m sure is cognitive dissonance right there.
Big words, people write that they don’t understand
I hate people who stop folk having access to understand
or the ones who happily sow discord and death.
I hate chickens who can out stare, there!
Glassy eyed poultry bastards looking stupid.
Folk who eat cheese, fart and say “lactose intolerance”
stop it, just stop it, sors ce fromage de ta tête.
I hate the people who have hate in their heads,
yes I clearly self hate myself, understand.
Those who have that discernable intolerance
wishing to all immigrants imminent death.
I’m allowed to hate them, those wretched and stupid,
they do not comprehend, humanity here, humanity there.
I really, really hate, liars who laud themselves there
telling untruths that loll out of their vacuous heads.
I hate the ones who think we are all so stupid,
manipulating facts and figure so we don’t understand.
I hate the merchants of arms who peddle death
propping up regimes, marking their intolerance.
I hate melted ice cream, hot day intolerance
lying in a puddle of gelatinous goop slurping there.
I hate the blistering summer, springs untimely death.
The heatwaves blasting, the roasting heads.
I absolutely detest, in this weather I can’t understand
it slows my mind to gloopy gooey unsanitary stupid.
I hate that I call others foolish and stupid,
as if I’m not in my own ways unjustly intolerant
and that I want others to really understand.
In me, is a seething mass just lying there
and those depressive thoughts coalesce in my head
who whisper darkness and shame, plot my death.
So I should understand, and not be vapid and stupid
But hatred die a death, and quell my natural intolerance
no negativity left in there, only solace in my head.
(except for tinned tuna.. yuk)