I hate you. You love me,

What an odd couple we two can be!

You’re loud, arrogant, obnoxious,

The air around you should be noxious.

I gag when you lurk around,

My ears want to be void of your noisy sound.

I hate it when you tease ‘greasy haired gits.’

Instead, why don’t you fall into some Red Cap pits?

You think you are such a hot-shot,

But I think you’re a spoiled little rot.

Crumpling your too-messy hair,

And strutting up every stair,

Melting hearts of every love sick girl,

I think I’m gonna hurl!



So now, my rant is done,

But my hate for you is now overrun,

In other words,

I think I love you!