Hate Male

  
I am so not into you-

I think your a weirdo.

I throw up in my mouth a bit

Each time I have to see you.

Your a part timer

Your an outright fucking fraud.

Your the stalker in my hedges 

Your such a fucking knob.

I need something better, 

In a world that’s half alive, 

You are such a gear box-

Your conjectures half applied. 

You’re the peeper in the pine trees-

You’re the gum stuck to my shoe.

A vulture who can barely fly, 

(Bitch!) I never wanted you.

  

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My Terrible I’s

My demon eyes.

My unruly ‘fro,”.  Unsex

The lacquered, (black) sky.

(Relieving it’s arrogance). 

My own (will be glaring,) 

Among shining stars,  bright 

and oblivious-Unscathed 

by haters-

and I’m laughing  

In the face 

of contempt and 

Her novelties.

                                       fin