I hate the way you talk to me, and that you don't change your hair.
I hate the way you play guitar.
And that you need special care.
I hate your big dumb party suits, and that you'll drink yourself blind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it, I hate the way you always fight.
I hate it when you sigh.
I hate you on my friend's behalf, I want to say goodbye.
I hate the fact that you're around, and the fact that you're so tall,
But mostly I hate the way you both didn't tell me you were going out after I set you up and put in all that hard work, you bastards! Edit: It should be noted that I have taken poetic licence here, because it makes for a better poem. Garbutt in actual fact did a lot of the work, if not most of the work, setting up Corinne and Tim, for together, we are Manufactured Love-o-tron, the baddest, meanest Deceptecon out there. Edit: If you are not a Transformer's fan, eat a dick, shutup, and die.
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