My dark country, you inspire me to write.
I hate the way you kidnap, kill and steal,
Invading my mind, day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the secret beall.
Let me compare you to a blue balloon?
You are more busy and more terrible.
Dire sun heats the mortal peaches of June,
And summertime has the bad cerebel.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your supersecret state and fraud.
Thinking of your dirty state fills my days.
My hate for you is the immortal bawd.
Now I must away with a deadpan heart,
Remember my foul words whilst we’re apart.