Now that the sappy shit is out of the way, lets get to some fuckin poetry:
I hate the things you watch, my dear
They drive me fucking crazy
Like I care what Snookie does
Or who's dating Scorsese.
Reality shows
Hollywood hoes
William Dafoes
Justin Bieber's nose
I'm beginning to doze
How can you watch those shows?!
You know I love you despite your taste
But I'm seriously thinking of becoming chaste
Just from you watching this terrible drivel
I shit you not, it makes my c*ck shrivel.
Yet frown, you should not
Because I still think you're hot
And as R. Kelly would say
I want you in my kitchen all day.