My Hatred for People

I sometimes become obsessed with hate;
This is a fact many cannot debate.
I don't want to hurt people physically;
So, sometimes I express my hatred dismally.

I once, a while ago, went through quite a phase
Which lasted many, many days
Where I would write down on a piece of paper blank
Peoples' names whom I thought had personalities that stank.
Then I would tack these papers, with a knife, to the wall,
So, they weren't very likely to fall.
Then a bit better I would feel,
Because my hatred for them, I would no longer have to deal.

That was a short phase in time for me,
Which my boyfriend much hated to see.
But, no one said anything against the hater I would be,
When I told everyone about it in group therapy.

Man, I hate my boyfriend's friends;
All of them, to my sense of dignity, offends.
Because they are all just a bunch of potheads,
Who like to stay high in their beds.

It's much better to have a friend who is a drunken fool;
For, taking illegal drugs isn't cool.