I hate the way you interviewed me,
And I hate that stupid chair.
The one that has the legs chopped off,
It makes me want to swear.

I hate your stupid interlocks,
Even though I prove they’re needed.
I hate the critique you made me have,
Even though they weren’t defeated.

I hate the way you’re always right,
I hate that you’re so dour.
I hate the way you made it possible
To get underway on nuclear power.

I’ve hated every surveillance
And audit I can recall.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Ceramic. Dishwasher Safe. Printed in America. Heath Ledger and Julia Stiles not included.