I Hate It

I hate it when people see you walking down the street, okay looking sad
Say something stupid like "Why don't you smile it can't be that bad"

Man you don't know me and you don't know how my day has been
Am I simple, walking around for no reason  with a big stupid grin

I hate it when I made you a loan and not a gift
Then you act surprise when I have to remind you of this

You only had to ask me once I always try to be nice
Keep it, you got me once, bet it won't happen twice

I hate it when I stand in line for the store to open so I can be first
See the item I waited to go on sale then I'm left in the lurch

So I got a slight limp and its plain to see you're faster then me
That you were blessed with arms long enough to  hang from a tree

I hate my sister she's hateful and down right conceited
I hate when she say that my name should be Whine-Nita not Juanita

I hate it when my friend squirts juice from his nose
Think its cool to sit in the living room picking his toes

I hate it when he eat beans and all night long passes gas
Most of all I hate this poem but it’s all I could think of or I’d have to pass