I Hate You

I hate you,

I hate you,

I hate you

so much;

I hope you die,

I hope you die,

I hope you die

a

slow painful death;

Drill a hole in

your head,

make you my zombie;

Soak you in

acid,

it would be so

placid;

Chop off your legs,

use them for

pegs,

for golf of course

this is my

source;

Stab you in the

back,

shove you in a

crack,

chop you in half,

god I would laugh;

Boil you in

water,

oh, yes it would

bother,

for you see,

I am not fried;

But you will be

if you fuck

with me,

you will die,

die,

die,

still I won’t

cry.

Dawn Piercy © 1990

Only poetry is © the photo I obtained floating around the internet.