After Henry David Thoreau’s Indeed, indeed I cannot tell

Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell,
Though I ponder on it well,
Which were easier to state,
All my confusion or all my hate.
Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me
When I say thou dost disgust me.
O, I hate thee with a hate
That would fain annihilate;
Yet sometimes against my will,
My Leapin’ Ale, I wonder still,
Does your brewer brew with love?
As your flavor’s a sin to God above.
One thing I must reiterate
These Weston brews I truly hate.