I hang on to my hatredCuz it tastes so goodIt's safe and familiarLike my neighborhoodI hang on to my hatredCuz it knows my nameWagging that tailIt's totally tameI hang on to my hatredCuz it's always the sameIt doesn't go changingAnd hurting my brainI hang on to my hatredTo ward off the painIt's a great place to hideFrom the Universal stainI hang on to my hatredSo the acid in my gutsCan find a new homeInstead of driving me nutsby Richard W. Bray
Tags: Dosseman, losers, Poetry
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