Hating Your Guts

I hate your name,
I hate your face too
These small manners
And your Liquid languor 

I hate your taste 
I hate your flavour
Your Clammy hands
And your cauliflower ears 

And I think You’re so weak 
So Vicious and deceitful 
Arrogant, always eager to betray

And I can hardly breathe next to
Your [bad word] pathetic  joy of living
You’re a goad

  

Don’t hide yourself…
Come on up here
So I can face your [bad word] cowardice
I can see your shaking, trembling, shivering hands, 
(Your) face, red with embarrassment

Inside I’m quietly but decidedly hating your guts 
You are so thick 
You’re not my friend, so stop pretending !
With Your overzealous helping hands

And you think i should do…
And you think they are…