I hate the way you talk to me
and the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate the way you view
I hate your big combat boots
and the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick
still makes me rhyme
I hate the way you're always right
I hate the way you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
and even more so when you make me cry
I hate when you're not around
and the fact that you do not call
but mostly I hate it I do not hate you
not even close,
not one bit,
not even at all.