Does the hater know his or her own kind,
When words drop like ashes from the stogies?
Or do their mouths crumble and then go blind
And haunt dreams and nightmares like the bogies?
Does the hater know his or her own words
That sting like needles to increase the health?
Or are they oblivious to the swords
They sharpen to keep their own fragile wealth?
Or the hater bullies to motivate.
His or her focus is only some clay.
The hater molds the blob only to sate
His or her own want to stop the decay.
Haters will always be most selective.
Let’s just ensure that they are objective.
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