Things I Hate About Hell by The Wrong Poet Lyrics

THINGS I HATE ABOUT HELL
 
I think we must be living in Hell,
And I’ll tell you how I can tell…

There's famine, disease,
And porno and sleaze,
And war, if you please!
 
There’s inclement weather,
Hell’s Angels in leather,
Whose shit ain’t together.
 
There’s things that just can’t wait,
And I’m already late,
And I don’t feel that great!
I can’t escape my fate—
Everywhere there’s things I hate!
 
There’s traffic and the daily grind,
The criminal with the twisted mind,
Men who want to be unkind,
The crippled beggars and the blind!
 
There’s dogs that bark all night,
And snakes and bugs that bite.
There’s drought and floods and blight,
And men who’ll never do what’s right!
  
There’s poverty and crime,
And trains that never run on time.
And poems that don’t make sense or rhyme.
Sometimes I feel that I’m
Not feeling too sublime.
THE WRONG POET

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