I don’t like things ending fatally
1 won’t tire: life can never be too long!
I don’t like that there’s any time for me
When I’m not singing out a joyful song.

I don’t like if you’re cynical or colder
But I don’t care for too much of a buzz,
Or when some guy looks right over my shoulder
Reading my words - well, because!

I don’t like when things are left half done
I can’t stand it when a chat’s ever cut short
I don’t like shots in the back with handguns
And a point-blank shot really is no sport!

I can’t stand tittle-tattle any way
And mudslinging’s a right pain in the ass!
I hate it when I’m rubbed up the wrong way,
Or hearing metal scratched on glass.

I don’t like it when someone gets too cocky
I’m hoping their brakes fail in a while.
It irks me no-one now holds honour dearly
And only backstabbing is in style.

And when I see those sad broken wings,
I feel not a jot of pity for their loss.
I don’t like either violence or weakness in things.
I pity only Christ upon the cross.

I don’t like myself shivering with fright.
I hate the battering of innocents.
When they worm into my soul with spite -
Or worse, when they spit in it.

I don’t like the racetrack or arena shout
They cheat millions from all our little pennies
And no matter what big changes come about -
I will never like any of these!