Oh how kind of you,
To disapprove of my creation.
You’re just too thoughtful,
When you remove my motivation.

Oh how sweet of you,
To use my lack of spine.
You’re just too caring,
My deceitful valentine.

Oh how nice of you,
To point out all my flaws.
You’re just so gentle,
When you gash me with your claws.

Oh how pleasant of you,
To glare at me with disgust.
You’re just too saintly,
When attacking me with lust.

You always say you love me;
I never force you to.
You lace it with your hatefulness,
Oh how kind of you.