Ripoblique Du Haters

Let's leave the haters outta this

Let's botch them and swim in the bliss

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Let's throw 'em into the abyss

In the company of bugs and fleas

Where else do they belong anyways?

They'll sure enjoy the blissfull kiss

What name then do we call this?

The group who does nothing but diss

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I ask; what appellation shall we brand this?

A clan as jobless as this?

Their tongue their only tool, pity 'tis 

A synonym of dirt from whence jealousy oozes

So what do us about this?

A battalion of flimsy fleas

Lousy losers parading in blouse?

Should we bath them in our piss?

Or like a gent keep our peace?

I sit to think and think deeply on this

But all I feel for them is pities

A poor parade of lousy louts

Let's reserve our thoughts for better things

Our logic for looming luxuries

So, we'll gladly choose the latter; peace

Alas! On and on they'll diss

Blowing up their senses to the breeze 

But all I do is laugh, laugh and laugh in bliss

Nothing indeed is more golden than silence

*If only they spend Hate as currencies  

These one's will be the richest there is

In the Ripoblique for the Haters and the Hatees - *heaves.  

Since I do not have the brawn or the muscle to take up fists with my haters when they come calling; what I do is go into my closet, pick my pen and write something like this. I'm not actually vindictive and I respect people (but only those who respect me). One of them came my way today and that what my prescription for his sickness. Sorry I had to write it, but I was left with no choice.