I double, triple, quadruple hate you…

I hate your wrecking ways,

and your lofty lustful gaze.

I hate your bad breath and lisping lies,

and all your fancy façades and disguises.

I hate your aim and ghoulish goal,

and really your vary varnished vicious soul.

I hate your delusions of deception,

and your sour selfishness and perception.

I hate your flat affect, displayed by your face,

and the way you blame, even, grace.

I hate your sour scummy selfishness,

and your idolized ignorant burning bliss.

I hate the trumpet of trauma you blast,

and the false finesse you pretend to cast.

I double, triple, quadruple hate you…

Infidelity.