Let’s leave the haters outta this
Let’s botch them and swim in the bliss
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
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