You claim to dislike - a sudden realisation of hate.
You stereotyped with lack of consideration - oh baby boy, you made a mistake.
You lost your religion, i pity you so so so much.
I pray God gives you the intuition, oh my! I want another alcoholic chocolate fudge!
I don't know you well - and i don't think i will.
There's something about Malay guys that makes me want to punch them in the tummy with good joy and cheap thrill.
You might be shallow just like the rest although you may not admit - oh wait! you did!
Oh Osh Gosh Bgosh! i wish you'll just fall into some bottomless pit.
You i guess, like the girls to be all sexy and slutty.
Squeaks you in your tight leather pants; "Show off your hair girl, i'm gonna make big money".
The problem with intelligence is that they make the human more stupid.
They become snobby and evil and think God is the cupid.
I may seem trippin' - but this all in good fun.
I read your poem so thought i'd be blunt.
Reply me if you want but i doubt you will.
But let me clear, baby, i talk what i feel.
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Submission Name: Replying him.
