These things we hate

I can’t like whatever I dislike
I really hate to see a slow moving truck or bike
In August, I hate to see rains falling lazily
They’d be dripping without strength, so crazily
Boys with sagging ass makes me mad
Can they ever, I wonder, make a good Dad?
Proud people are so full of themselves here
They leave no space even for a tiny air
Lousy men cause me to loose respect for them
Only the sound of their voice can stir up problem
I so much hate beautiful guys like Bobrisky

Tochi