My haters are potaters
in your hashbrown of good enough
Let your haters become your waders in the trout stream of opportunity
Yarr matey, let whalers be yer jailer on the ship of duress
Let your jailers be your wailers in the Bob Marley cover band of moderate appeal
My haters are baiters in the gooning cave of shame
Mine are skaters on the half-pipe of life has its ups and downs.
Let your haters be your satyrs at the bacchanalia of mediocrity.
May your haters become ejaculators in your orgy of success.
later, hater gator