[Roger Slater]

I knew that hate would inspire us all. Nice poems.

My last one is my entry, but I'll post this one just to be offensive:



How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
If Adolf Hitler showed up at my door
I'd dress him down, but it would sound like praise
Compared to what I'd say to you. What's more,

Imagine then Bin Laden happened by.
I hate the man. I'm overjoyed he's dead.
And yet I could not help but wonder why
God's mercy did not murder you instead.

And then let's say that Death itself dropped in,
Complete with scythe and spooky robe and hood.
If Death's a yang, I'd understand the yin:
Compared to you, I'd see that Death was good.