You loathe him and you hate him
Deep down in your heart
Your putrid negative thoughts of him-
Never far from you apart
You seethe and you scald
At the sound of his name
Your angry pinched red face
Reveals much the same
You lost your sleep and
Were up all night-
Nurturing vengeful feelings-
In your view you were right
You'll fuss and you'll fume in your crimson stew
And boil hot to the brim-
With your self induced discomfort
You have the best of him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem