Hate

Hate.

I hate my phone, I hate my notes, I hate my car.

I hate the stove, I hate to grow, I hate the yard.

I hate the hot, hate the stone, hate the hard.

I hate poems, patience, praying, Christmas cards.

I hate loam, hate compost, I hate the garden.

I hate shows, I hate the trophies in my wallet.

Hate to sing, hate to rap, hate the talking.

Hate to bring the bitter back, I hate the thoughtless.

I’m hate bitter, I hate blue, i hate tomorrow.

I hate food, hate to chew, despise to swallow.

I hate cake, can’t bake proper make mistakes.

I hate chopping helicopters spinning blades.

I hate snakes, hate the grass, hate the lake.

I hate racists, hate the blacks, I hate the states.

I hate faces, I hate masks, I hate hate.

I hate the fact that when it’s dark we say it’s late.

I hate the spring, I hate the summer, hate the heat.

I hate the fall, I hate the changing of the leaves.

I hate quarters, nickels, dimes; don’t like pennies in the least.

I hate change, hate the spaces in between.

I hate grades, I hate tassels, hate degrees.

I hate fate, and chain reactions, entropy.

I hate destiny at odds with chemistry.

I hate believers, non believers tend to be.

In love with hate, that’s what’s happening to me.

I hate to say it, i’m in love with sweet relief.

I hate slaving away and being angry for staying inpatient and gravy when ain’t no potatoes mashed into paste.

I hate cravings and shaving and lace clad displays of great shades endorsing lights’ embrace.

I hate when metaphors go on for days and don’t run on legs and don’t pass batons when then next part gives chase.

I hate chasers and greatness and mashed potatoes after saying grace.

I hate tracing my life and comparing hand sizes with giants through plastic and glass displays.

I hate racists and rapists and bad people.

I hate drugs and sobriety and happy needles.

I wish happy meals came with chapter books instead of plastic hooks.

I wish fish had corral reefs and poets had books to read.

I wish taxes hit heavenly and broke Betty never had to show her ass for cash to eat.

I hate cats and canopy’s.

I hate ants and cans of peas.

I hate rants unbearably.

I can’t stand sharing these little peeves I keep on feeding.

I hate pets and charity. I’m leaving