Haterade (Poem)


People often wonder
What life is really worth

Even more they complain
About all on God’s Green Earth

They hate and they hate
And never stop to wonder Why?

Why do stumble? Why do we cry?
Why do we ask, with no reply?

Questions go unanswered
Dreams die off with time

Morals tend to fade away
Society gives way to crime

So I present a new crusade
A riddle to be heard and often replayed

Just a reminder…


H is for the Hatred that saturates your soul

A is for the Arsenol that destroys like firey coal

T is for the Trouble that lurks behind every door

E is for the Eternal Suffering that escalates forever more

R is for the Righteousness that claims to be, but is never found

A is for the Asinine that seems to be forever bound

D is for the Dumbfound Bliss that, in the end, does not exist

E is for the Eulogy won’t be played cuz you won’t be missed

So the next time you take a sip
Just remember this one small tip

All this shit will NEVER fade
Til you stop drinking that HATERADE!


  1. What the HELL. I have edited this poem 5,000 times at it keeps going back to the unedited version.


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