I love to hate American Idol.
I love it (to hate it.) I love to know everything that has happened in 6 seasons. (I don't claim season 1, since I only saw the recap DVD.)
I love to know what is happening, what is corrupt and what will happen next. I love it. I hate it. Oh, American Idol, where are you tonight when I need to love to hate you?
I was going to write a haiku, but "American Idol" has too many syllables. I guess I can try.
A Haiku for Idol:
Oh, Idol, the pain
You are not here to hate you
Season 8, I'll wait.
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