I hate the way your ketchup looks
And the way your relish is there
I hate the way you levitate
And put your mitten hands in the air
I hate the way your eyes light up
And the way your eyebrows move up all the time
I hate you so much it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme
I hate the way you spin around
I hate your tiny smile
I hate the way you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate the way I can never see you
Unless I open Snapchat
But most of all I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all — got that??
In conclusion:
good morning to the snapchat hot dog ONLY