I Hate You

For the record, I hate you. You caused me nothing but grief. I gave you chance after chance and for what? I almost slipped numerous times, developed nasty corns, and rolled my ankle. I tried to believe in you and you let me down. I took the mud off from you and dried you the best I could. I bought the best sheet metal screws money can buy and all you did was spit them out, with such disdain. I tried to be faithful but I have my eye on somebody else.

After the season is over, you have a date with the garbage man.

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