Thinkin' About Lincoln

I don't want you,
You, damn incompatible blood type;
Your smell is offensive,
I see the sewer pipe.

I don't believe in you,
You, trivial little egg yolk;
Your personality is off-putting,
I see the "real-you" joke.

I don't need you,
You, minuscule brain dead sink-in;
Your aura is forcing my hand,
And I'm Thinkin' About Lincoln.