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Don'T Mess With Me, Man

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There is no beauty in this poem, because "hate" has no inherent beauty to speak of. Frankly, with what that has been going on in this country since January, I honestly do not recognize the United States of America anymore. 

 

Don’t Mess With Me, Man By Stark Hunter Hey buddie, Who do you think you’re looking at? Who do you think you are? Don’t mess with me, man. I have no sense of humor. I have no tolerance for haters, And I have no tolerance for the intolerant. Skip the racist sexist jokes, dude. I don’t find them funny anymore. I don’t find you funny anymore. Hey buddie, What did you just say? What did you mean by that comment? What exactly is the point? Were you going to call me an *******? Were you going to call me a dick? Who do you think you are? Don’t mess with me, man. I have no sense of humor. And I do not like you at all! I do not like your attitude and your opinions, I do not like what you value. I do not like what you believe in. I despise all that you love, So, I dispise you. Hey buddie, You are an idiot. You are a stupid, sexist, and racist xenophobe. We don’t need your kind here. We don’t want your kind living… Here in this fine neighborhood. I have no sense of humor. What did you just say? Hey buddie! What exactly did you just to say to me? What precisely did you mean by your comment to me? What exactly is the point? Were you going to call me an *******? Were you going to call me a dick? Hey buddie, Don’t mess with me, man.

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