How did we learn to love you?  Now that we've learnt the outcome it's your kind  that's taught me hate...  Nerp. Nerp. Nerp. Nerp.    Whore is not the name to give unto your traitor,  copulator you're damned with the things you  can't aggress from your heart.    Your forty highs to forty lows you thought on  best but guess again you've slipped to the point  of blunt and there is no return...    You've worn your heart on your sleeve, starched  now from the cruel outcomes. It's your kind that  has taught me hate...    For copulation or cunt distorts your ways and  co-eds your patience you can't undo what's  done...  A neppa nar per nar per neppa neppa neah...