I loathe you.
I loathe you more than shooting darts.
I loathe you more than broken hearts.
You taunt and tease; you’re always there,
Reminding me of how life is unfair.
You lure me in time and time again,
You earn my faith and trust, but then,
You point and laugh as you crush my joy.
You treat my happiness like an unwanted toy.
Well, enough is enough I’m through with your game
I think you are cruel, unfair, and quite lame
You’re just a big mess, you smell really funny
You’re not worth my time, my hopes, or my money
Don’t expect more chances, you won’t get another.
You’re dead to me.
Farewell, Peanut Butter.