I Don’t Like Your Green Eggs and Ham
I don’t like you, Sam, my man.
I don’t like your Green Eggs and Ham.
I did at one point like you, Sam.
And the way you felt, just like my fam.
But now I don’t like you, Sam, my man.
I hate the way you speak and speak.
I hate the way you wreak of leek.
I wished you were a super geek.
I’d kick your ass, with my beak.
Because I don’t like you, Sam, my man.
It occurred on day, out of the blue.
Perhaps a morning, grass of dew.
You walked upon your stupid crew.
And from then on, to me, you’re poo.
I wish I liked you, Sam, my man.
But I do not like you, Sam, my man.
And because I don’t, Sam, my man.
You now must die, Sam, my fam.
You now must die, Sam, my fam.
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Friends to enemies, enemies to friends. My life’s a changing day by day, and so is the way I feel about you, Sam. Same could be you, or him, or her, or the sexually ambiguous slug on the floor. Whats important is that now I hate you, and you do not know. Or perhaps you do, in which case, you’re cruel. You cannot sway my opinion, only I can. So good luck with your life, and may no ill fortune befall upon you….not caused by yours truly.
