At least it tells one truth: most people don't like their jobs, and wish there's some kind of drugs that makes them think they went to fishing, instead of working for the whole day.
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me