I hate the way you sing
and how I don’t know what to wear
I hate the way you make me sneeze
I hate the feeling in the air
I hate your “spring cleaning”
And the shifting of the time
I hate you so much it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme
I hate the way you’re always there
I hate your big blue sky
I hate it when you make me upset
Even worse when you make my throat dry
I hate it when you are around
And the fact you’re not fall
But mostly I hate the way you make me feel
I don’t like you
Not even close
not even a little bit
Not even at all.
