Love/Hate

i love everything
and
i hate everything
it's not like i want to
you fuckers drive me to it
and you never park
when you kick me out of the car
as it's still fucking moving
and my head hits the guard rail
like a watermellon
heaved by a quarterback

you are stupid as all fuck
but
you have these moments of pure soul loving logic purity

i'm on this razor edge

wanting to hug you

and

wanting to kill you

all at the same time

and

i can't really do either

i'm the host
of the weirdest fucking game show ever
america's funniest home assholes
(and bitches
let's be fair here)
or
something

and

it never gets canceled

you know

unless i'm totally wasted