"Oh How I Hate Thee"

April 21st, 2009

My day started out fun, laughter and jokes pretty much all day at school. It started raining again last block, and some friends made me a little down, so this day didn't end so swell. However, where I got home, my mom had written a poem about how much she hates my dad, and I've gotta say; I fucking love her to death.

Warning; All things said about my dad in this peom are completely true, and my own mother really did write this ♥

"Oh How I Hate Thee" By Joan

Oh how I hate thee

Let me count the ways..

Could it be your never ending

World of knowledge on any and all subjects?

Maybe your constant advice

On any given subject imaginable

Or perhaps your hour speeches

On what a normal sex drive is?

Or constantly wanting a blow-job

24-7!

Let's not forget the constant picking of your nose

And your lovely half hour dumps

What about the way you pick the dead

Skin off your toes every night

And let the dog lick them

Leaving your foot soup out for days

Until it grows mold!

The lovely way you walk around naked every morning

How about your grandio sense of self and

Your excessive need for admiration

I guess one of your best qualities

Are the ways you show your arrogance

And how you manipulate everyone around you

It's wonderful the way you over exagerate

All of your acheivements and how preoccupied

You are with yourself!

You are the most fucked up person

I've ever known

I hate your fucking guts

And hope you drop dead

Fucker.

Needless to say, my mom is my role model for lifeee.

Going to Alateen tonight with Ky :)

-Dani T.