I hate you

I hate you.

You emit such foul odor that the inside of a septic tank will smell like flowers. A whiff of your scent can be used as a military grade weapon that can easily wipe out an entire province. Organisms who aren't nasally capable of detecting smell will suddenly fast forward the evolution time for developing one and will convulse at the pure stench of stupid and rancidity you emit. The suddenness of acquiring their sense of smell will send them into a state of paralyzing shock that they wish they never acquired it in the first place. You tipped the system of survival of the fittest just by your disappointing existence so far off the pyramid that they will see death as a euphoric release away from this world you contaminated. Your existence surpasses economical problems and global warming and carbon emissions seem like spilled milk in comparison to your flash flood of rotten liquid lactose.

It isn't your father's fault, it isn't your mother's fault, it isn't the lack of a condom's fault, it is your fault entirely. Morals dissipate when people see you. You make murder look legal. You are a failed abortion, sticking in this earth for so long like gum under a desk.

I barf at the very thought of you. This is why a gag reflex is a contingency humans developed to cope with your existence. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. Because of your face, I understand why people actually kill themselves. The monkeys are entering the stone age yet you're still behind them.

You are unprofitable. Your organs aren't even worth a penny in the black market for how expired they are. They are so useless it's not even worth calling them decorations of your abhorrent vessel of flesh and bones. If you were buried years ago, archeologists would mistake your remains as animal waste. It's honestly sad that you'll be known before and after death as the living embodiment of intellectual devolvement.

Monkeys look down on you. Even the horniest beings won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are a thrown out, crumpled piece of draft writers are embarrassed for creating. You are the bent nail carpenters loathe that you aren't even a bother to fix to it's normal state. You are the stubborn secreted waste that clogs toilets. You cause people insomnia by being reminded you're living in the same earth as them, hindering their sleep. Your existence indirectly inconveniences the people around you.

You're the reason why there are different languages so people can have a reason to not interact with you. You are so fluent in stupidity that every person in the world despite their cultural differences and language barriers, unify in disappointment. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. The path you walk erodes concrete and kills the soil so much that mother earth developed cancer.