How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways:
First, air that slips between my moistened lips
is atomized within my seething lungs
where lies my seminal supply of hate.
I tend it, nourish it, I feed it fire
that yearns to consummate its harsh desire
on you, your heart, wherever you would prate.
Next, it rages when you manumit your hips.
then arches when you flatter with your tongue.
It knows no single moment minus cool
contempt for every moment you are you.
Last, I'm not mad, obsessed or full of too
much mewing bitters as a child of Cain.
I merely understand the hungry heart
that's famished for a sanguinary meal
of meat, a dish of nothing but your pain.
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