How John Hates Beeville pt.1

(I wrote it using my internet name, because of the meter)

All the hicks down in Beeville liked Beeville a lot. But Ensis, who'd just moved to Beeville... did NOT.
Ensis hated Beevile, the whole Beeville City--now please don't ask why, but It's really a pity.
It could be the scores of overweight whores. IT could be the seven bars and zero bookstores.
But I think that the most likely reason in sight, may have been that it's so boring come Friday night.
But whatever the cause of his scowl or his frown, Ensis sat on the internets hating the town.
Staring out from his apartment window he'd glower at the great big, enormous Beeville water tower.
For even the tapwater, here in Beeville, was shitty, and vile, adn tasted like swill.
"And the library is closed after six..." Ensis thought. "Tonight is Friday! My week's all but shot!"
Then he cursed, with his Ensis-teeth viciously gnashing, "I somehow must find a party worth crashing!"
But tonight, Ensis knew, all the dumb Beeville hicks would head to the bars--and they'd play with their dicks!
And he cursed their name, "Oh, those pricks, pricks, Pricks, PRICKS!!!"
That's one thing he hated; he and hicks did not mix.
Then the Bee's, young and old, would sit down and drink. They'd drink jungle juice from a dirty old sink.
Which was something about which Ensis did not want to think!
But then they did something that got him really mad!
Every single Bee-villain, thinking they were all bad,
would get in their cars, praying that they would start,
And the dumb Beeville Jerkoffs would go to Wal-Mart!
And they'd shop and they'd shop, and they'd shopshopShopSHOP!
And the more Ensis thought of this lame Friday shop, the more Ensis thought, "It must come to a stop!
I can't drive to Corpus; it's too late by now! But I must use this night to do something... but HOW?"

info: there will never be a part 2