Everything

Annoyed, troubled and quite irate,
It's all hopeless, and not merely bound to this date;
If I had a gun, I'd kill the birds that sing,
Quite simply: I hate everything.

My feathers are ruffled, I'm beyond irked,
I'm going to go bananas if I see one more smirk,
I know I'll go postal at the sight of all these button-down kings,
Put directly: I loathe everything.

I get nauseous at the sight of cute, little babies,
Instead of flowers, I wish you would give me rabies;
If given the chance, It would be your neck I would wring,
Stated clearly: I detest everything.

Forget the light, because there's something about the din,
With all this talk, I'm about to go off again;
I'm warning you, take wing,
Threatened properly: I despise everything!