HOW DO I HATE YOU?
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate you with the anger people feel
who realize they have wasted all their days
pursuing dreams that never could be real.
I hate you with the vitriol and scorn
the devil felt for God so long ago
the day he fell and Hell itself was born.
I hate you more than you will ever know,
unless someday you meet a schmuck like you
who treats you like a schmuck like me, and then
you learn what I am telling you is true.
Until you're dead, I won't know peace again.
And even then, my arse will feel the burr
of hatred just recalling that you were.
Last edited by Roger Slater; 05-08-2011 at 05:21 PM.
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