Evaluating... Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

I already hate you.
A 5 minute conversation and I'm done.
All I want to do is pour gasoline on you and watch you burn.
Some grab the marshmellows and by all means don't forget the popcorn.
Is that so wrong?
Suddenly I've come realization that yes stupid people are still breeding.
I question sometimes why they are still breathing.
Sufficating such a relaxing sensation.
A mind screwed right to the wall as reminder to all.
Hes just tiny bit pysco.
So please do commit me for that 72 evaluation.
Some more things to bounced.
Unending high, extremities go limp, too much and you might stop breathing and just.
I wish people would just stop asking me if I am alright.
I mean how hell would really.
A very simple self dignoses.
Is just put me in that straight jacket and i will be just fine,