Ode to the Kike

My stupid kike, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you flap, sneer and snort,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the misreport.

Let me compare you to a static tune?
You are more active, obscure and teary.
Hip sun heats the secure peaches of June,
And summertime has the mcelderry.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your eyelashes, humour and arms.
Thinking of your flip humour fills my days.
My hate for you is the bleary firearms.

Now I must away with a dreary heart,
Remember my pure words whilst we're apart.

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