Hair Dye

I Hate Louisiana

I hate Louisiana.

I've never been there,

But she stole my best friend.

So, promise me, we'll never go to Louisiana.

I hate Louisiana,

I hate her southern accents,

I hate her preppy makeup,

I hate her red lipstick,

And perfect eyeliner.

So, please, let's not go to Louisiana.

I'm just a kid, 

Crying of dripping ice cream, 

Bubbling up on her grounds.

I loved the things she'd taken from me.

I hate Louisiana.

I hate her poison,

I hate her fake smile.

I wish I could drill into her soil,

I wish my hurricanes,

Would destroy every single city and town,

In her depths.

And I hope someday,

this storm of mine,

will shake her to her very core.

I hope it demolishes,

Every sense of self she's ever had.

I hope it obliterates her pride.

And, with my fire,

I will burn every flag,

Until she's nothing but dust,

And the smell of burnt dreams.

I hate Louisiana,

Because she has taken everything I have ever loved.