I know, it's not you,
it's not me...
who can see?
All this vocation
designated with stealth -
humans enjoying another's wealth.
I know the uncanny
designation's spawning
force...
And I do enjoy my
slight portion:
'HATE! ' with distinction.
Yet that's not mine
either...I have to
wait on his dis-grace
I'd love to spit in his face!
Hate8 - 11/10/07
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hotxx language. Such force thru brevity & concise wit. Covet thy neighbor's riches - spit in his face! You're unafraid to voice it. The oh-so-unsweet truths, we all keep and are scared shitless to acknowledge... keep on ~ ~ sjg