Sooooo NOT Love

How do I hate thee; let me count the ways:

I loathe you.

I despise you.

I detest you.

You're like the gum on the bottom of my shoe after a long day.

Like a cancerous spot on the temple of my life.

Like the black tar that slithers its way out of lungs undone by puffing sticks.

You're like a venemous snake, winding its way through my emotions, churning and writhing and hissing.

I hate you with a burning passion that starts at my loins and crawls up through my intestines and then to my chest, finally seeping its way out of my nostrils, to be sneezed into the toilet of life.

Aside from that, I guess you're ok.