How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
Make that "way." There's actually just one:
I hate you with an all-consuming blaze
so powerful it could burn up the Sun;
what's more, unlike the Sun, it burns at night,
and burns no matter if it's clear or storming;
though carbon plays a role, my hatred might
alone account for rampant global warming.
Someday, when petroleum is gone,
and when the windmills halt and fail to turn,
just find the power grid and strap me on:
the world can live on all the hate I burn.
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