Poor Mojo's Two Minute Hate

(Ironically, it's those who are most vocally opposed to hate who seem to spew the most venom towards their ideological opponents. Hypocrisy abounds.)

I, on the other hand, don't have a problem with hate per se. It's how that hate is used that makes all the difference. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8:

I hate the way you talk to me,

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right,

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when youre not around,

and the fact that you didnt call.

But mostly I hate the way I dont hate you,

not even close

not even a little bit

not even at all.

The dinner is ready, and Uncle Steve is still late.
My gay brother brought his homosexual date.
We all bow our head as Dad says grace.
Our Atheist Sister Denise makes an angry face.

We all sit down to eat our turkey dinner.
Right about then, reverend bob yells Denise is a sinner.
Sis jumps up, and flings her slice of pie.
The dog jumps to catch it and lands on the gay guy.

Grandma steps on the cat, who ran from the dog.
The carpet catches on fire from a fireplace log.
The babies are screaming in their high chairs
The kids are pulling out each others hairs.

Right about then I yell out singing
I can't wait for Christmas, because I hate Thanksgiving.

It's not all that with the poetry exercise, but still: I try the exercise. I can't write anything. It feels forced and dumb. I throw my pen in the air and say "I hate poetry exercises." Inevitably though, after failing at the exercise, I'll be wonderfully inclined to write some other poem of my own making.

and he makes him fall for him, and he makes me feel warm inside. and he makes me want him.

10 things I hate about Cody
He lives in houston
How he makes me smile
how he makes me tingly everywhere
how he makes me want him
how he makes me so happy i want to cry because im not with him
how i like him so much its scary i call him a ghoul
I hate cody's guts.

actually. i pretty much love codys guts. all of him, i cant get him out of my mind, and i hate that because i cant see him.

i hate how he wont move to dallas and i wont move to houston.

i hate how he makes me laugh. and makes me AFDSJFDLSGJF

idk. idk, i just hate cody.

1987. Rolling Stone’s 20th Anniversary issue. Sting declares that Rock and roll is dead and there is nothing rebellious about it anymore. In that one instant Sting declared himself an enemy of rock and roll and an enemy of me.

I hate you for smiling at me time and again
For it made my heart smile back deep within
For the way you stare at me in deliberation
Driving my thoughts crazy with anticipation

I hate you for sending me SMS from time to time
For it made me remember you for a lifetime
For giving me countless missed calls everyday
Reminding me of your presence needlessly

I hate you for always spending your time with me
For it made me appreciate your company
For always being there when I need consolation
Helping me realize you're someone I can lean on

But most of all, I hate you so much
For loving me forcibly without a hunch
For making me say I hate you, with charms all pure
Because the truth is...I'm just learning to love you more and more