Get Over It Poem by April Avalon

I hate you, guys, I wish you pain.
It never causes any strain.
I can't care less for all this sh-
You say to me. Get over it.
Yes, spirit is my perfect friend -
It's always there by my demand.
Yes, I detest the whole mankind.
Yes, I deny, and I'm denied.

I'm misanthropic, deviant,
Irrational, irrelevant,
Whatever else I have been called.
I've said this. Now f- off - you all.

I curse the world, I curse my fate,
I first destroy and then create.
You laugh at me - I turn and spit,
You try to mess with me - I quit.
You draw hearts - I draw spades,
You say 'enough' - I say 'too late'.
You can't accept your worst defeat -
My victory. Get over it.

I'm misanthropic, deviant,
Irrational, irrelevant,
Whatever else I have been called.
I've said this. Now f- off - you all.

You draw hearts - I draw spades,
I curse the world, I curse my fate.
Yes, I detest the whole mankind.
Yes, I deny, and I'm denied.

Get over it!