I hate most things.

I do not like camping

I do not like bugs

I do not like trekking through the mud

I do not like sleeping in a smelly tent

I do not like falling on cement

I do not like waking with water on my skin

From the ground into the tent, the water leaked in.

I do not like non-stop rain and floods

I do not like needing to wear gloves

I do not like tents pitched on a slope

I can smell the hippies smoking dope

I am glad I left, I am glad I fleed

Camping is foul, it is not for me.