Ode to the Distate

My hot distaste, you inspire me to write. I hate the way you Sleep and wrangler, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the sharp strangler. Let me compare you to a catty prey? You are more batty and more unpleasant. Rough breeze flaps the chatty dancers of May, And the springtime has the historical present. How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I hate your unpleasant Voice and presence. Wanting your appearances fills my days. My hate for you is the fatty presence. Remember my hurt words when we're apart, for I must now depart with a natty heart.