Hate

Hate has burned a gaping hole;
The rancid reek of charring flesh
Is dancing on my very soul.
And as the rising fumes enmesh
My crumpled heart, I play the role
Of crabby fart, gassing off
A diatribe, bleeding out a
Bitter part: an ugly twisted man.


Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009





















































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