the sight of you
would be the death of me
i'm not one out of many
who cited the sun, or raindrops,
or anything sugary
as their favourite.
the only time i ever like the sun
is when i need my laundry to dry.
i used to like the smell of rain,
until the sight of it
give me nightmares of hours wasted
jammed, out on the street, helpless.
as for anything sweet,
i consciously loathe them
for no good reason.
and yes, i hold grudge,
if lucifer had a son
that would be you
if that son had a heart
i swear it is not made of dew
they are so stupid that they do not know the difference between a program and a project.
hence, a miserable life as a mediocre staff who knows more and paid less is officially started.
it is, accordingly, okay to be racist for its every good reason.