Hateaholic Poem by Kevin Patrick

Send the barman over, I need another refill This glass of angers half full and needs a topping up Make it two shots of rage with a dash of ire Hold back the boil maker when every day I boil over

My choice of poisons always been a bottle self-loathing traded my Jack Daniels for drinking Patrick Batemen Never seem to hit rock bottom when I'm out for blood slashing my arms pays dues to my demons down payment


My mind is always racing towards the next recidivism Thirsting for the next burst of homicidal libations please hold back the ice, I need the bubbles seething I'm breaking down the last bricks of sanities foundations


Carnage seeping in my veins is the purest ethylene feral thoughts keep pounding and I'm shaking but not stirred There never seems to be an end to the killers happy hour The lines between what's right and wrong are now becoming blurred

Resentment flows in me like a peaceful summer breeze I hide behind a smile but lions crawl inside my skull years living on a tight rope are pushing me to the brink falling off a wagon where my humanities been culled

There's no twelve step program, for this misanthropic lust And now there is cirrhosis growing in my soul Invisible scars are the ones that never really heal guess its suicide by cop that might be the final goal


So take me to the place where know one wants to know my name Where I don't feel this bloodlust that's always running through my veins I've been drinking hate for so long that I'm know longer feel I am within any shape or form the thing you called a man