don’t mean to harp
but i love
Bob Harper,
think he’s hot—dope—
saw all his wannabe haters
dang, dang,
dangling on a rope.
media hagites—
social sores—
judge a heart’s value
over a goddamn hill.
here, though,
is the bitter pill—
the hater-taters
are just pixelite swill.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 24, 2026.
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Have to say Tristan that I know nothing about him since I watch next to no 'TV and haven't ventured into that area he promotes. Not a vegan or into training anymore. Well written and expresses the feeling well.
ah what to do with haters... they influence us too! And with everything accessible at all times and everywhere, exacerbates it all. 🙏🏻🕊️
I also dont know him but you put it crisp and fresh my friend
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