The Great Hater
"I hate people who laugh too loud,
They show themselves up in a crowd;
And girls with lips and nails too red –
They look like tarts!" the woman said.
"I hate people who let the tap drip,
And selfish brats who give you lip –
They only skive and watch TV –
A waste of space if you ask me!
"But men are worst—their life-support
Is chips and beer and sex and sport;
They don’t so much as wash a cup,
And always leave the loo-seat up!
"I hate people who jump the queue,
And people who wear green with blue;
And Dolees who sponge off the State –
Now laziness I really hate!
"And immigrants—they’ve only come
Because we’re soft on foreign scum;
And Janet’s kids do make a row;
And Mrs Smith—she’s such a cow!"
And thus she hacked her way through life,
Her tongue like a serrated knife;
She deepened her embittered state,
Each day found something new to hate,
Until, upon her final day
She’d hated all her friends away.
She died alone—and, like her living,
Her grave was cold and unforgiving.
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