Hate is a mean word to use,
But you know, it won’t be mean;
If you are the one hating.
I hate it when people rave,
On a particular theme;
Person, place or happening.
I hate those smart ass people,
Who thinks that they know more;
Showing off for attention.
I hate it when people steal,
Credits from those deserving;
Claiming those works for themselves.
I hate demanding people,
Who forgets the word “request”;
Being selfish, unyielding.
I hate narrow minded folks,
Stereotyping everything;
To suit their preferences.
But what I hate most is me,
For becoming this hateful;
To those things I hate the most.
March 20, 2009
James Callos