We still don't have the technology to end the rule of the onion, but this beautiful and hateful poem can help you cope.
Lines of the onion,
How many are there?
I cannot remember
The number of your rings.
It seems to me,
When I contemplate you,
That you are like the sea.
You have no end.
And that is why I hate you.
I hate you because you have no end.
I hate you because you have no end.
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you because you have no end to your disgusting layers.
This poem is sponsored by onions for some reason. Why would they do that? Sounds like another reason to hate those stanky bitches.
