I Hate Her - Poem by Richard Noggin
My hatred for her runs deep
Into the cold damp ground
That smells of age old manure.
My heart (much like that ground)
Is hard like sticky clay
Packed by the weight of one thousand elephants
The thought of her makes me feel
Like the moment just before
You must sprint to the bathroom.
Because if you don’t you will crap yourself.
But being in her presence produces a feeling
That only can be seen in the eyes of a mother
As she embraces her new born child
For the first time.
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