How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate you more than pacifists hate fights.
I hate you more than fish hate fish filets.
I hate you more than Sunnis hate Shiites.
I hate you always, and not merely often.
I wish the CIA would waterboard you.
I dream about you rotting in your coffin,
delighting those like me who long abhorred you.
The thought of you can make me punch a hole in
the wall or shout an expletive out loud.
If someday I can boast I played a role in
your death, I'll hold my head up and be proud.
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