A sonnet-free introspective tribute to a goshdarn good movie.
I hate my hair, so brown, bedraggled.
I hate my eyebrows, thin and straggled.
I hate it when I read bad books,
drawn in by their smarmy hooks
I'd hate that I procrastinate
but that one's gonna have to wait.
I hate that I love cheese so much
(and beer and pizza and chocolate Dutch)
I hate it that I stay up late,
hit the snooze, evaporate.
I hate my nose! I hate my knees!
I hate it when I must say please!
I hate being old and getting older.
The tradeoff's that I'm getting bolder.
I could hate what I was or what I am.
Mostly, I hate that part that gives a damn.
Some people will do anything to keep up their post count.
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