You are poem

I know you and I always avoid you,
for you are hot headed and hard wired for destruction,
and you have a fascination with death and violence,
which does not interest me, and brings me no satisfaction,
and you are hot headed and aggravated so often,
that I cannot see the point of talking to you,
because what good would it do, for you lack civility,
and seem to rejoice in being repugnant,
and in torturing people far too often,
and you spend your time far too often,
spreading malevolent words,
malevolent words of which of course should not be heard,
and they are bitter and cold,
and the damage they do is untold,
and you are hot headed, hot headed,
and hard wired for destruction,
and a scourge upon the nation,
and I am glad when you shut your mouth and get drunk,
and I am sure that when you are gone,
in your head you will be causing a wonderful sensation,
but I am glad to be away from you,
at the other end of the bar with you out of view,
and well isn't it great if it works for you,
but it is a shame for the people,
that you seem to beat up on every social occasion,
from some ill-defined anger and some angry fixation.
of which of you regularly and intoxicatedly,
inflict upon the peoples of the nation.

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