My Burning Hate Poem by Matt Delight

Earning, burning, stomping to death—
So fluffy and nice, yet I stop its breath.
No more hopping, at last...
Crushed by this pain, by anger made to last.

Loving, licking—but the biting betrays.
Listening, obeying their calls to play.
Panting—worn, and tired—
Engulfed in the hate they've required.

Crying, wailing, while you tire—
Sick, burning eyes—a fire.
This crib you can't escape.
Quiet… as the baby sleeps.