I hate and detest hotdogs of the human kind...
They seem to have a low content's of the brainaged mind.
They appear to be forever cursed, to be loud mouthed show-oafs...
These people are not hard working, but are lazy and constantly meat headed loaf's.
Know-it-all dumb cases, lack imaginational fortitude...
They can be missing an indepth'd, full grasping imaginational latitude.
They are full of them selve's, they are crude as well as being rude...
They need to get a well structured life.
They need to quit dishing out much hated strife...
Hotdogs impress other people to turn vegetarian.
Maybe they'd become smarter, if they would get a job as a hard working librarian...
Hotdogs in life are reasons given, for everyone wanting to get an abortion.
Hotdogs possess a real lowered I.Q, by a brain, that has very low contented proportions.
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I would like to translate this poem
thank god for vegetarian men...all women of this world thank you for this poem...hotdogs...yuk! ! ! ...love...nalini