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Poetry
What I hate about you
The thing I hate about you
is the snoring that wakes me up all night
until it dawns on me it’s mine
cuz your pillow ain’t in sight.
The thing I hate about you
is always needing to remind you to put the toilet seat down
then soon remembering when I replaced my toilet
I bought one with no seat — silly clown!
The thing I hate about you
is you keep hiding the toilet roll 🧻
when I blushed to find it sitting
on top of a magazine
called Fun’n’Filthy Fling.
The thing I hate about you
is you greet me every morning
with your panda eyes and make-less horror
but two steps closer I recognize
it’s me and the f — ing mirror.
So, what I hate is not really you
rather, it’s living without you to hate
What? makes no sense, why’s there that need?
Can’t you tell, it’s just my way of coping with my fate.
