"A Sonnet To Someone I Hate"
Your lips are soft like satiny pillows,
And your hair is like a black raven's wing.
Why I love you, dear, no one really knows.
It's a lack of blood to the brain type thing.
Your voice reminds me of a screeching cat,
Its long tail caight under the garage door.
I suppose I should leave it at that,
But you, friend, are also a wanton whore.
I wish I could ignore your pretty face,
But now your face is everywhere I go.
I wish you would vanish without a trace,
'Cause I hate you more than you even know.
I suppose this is a twisted poem,
But you, friend, are lucky you don't know 'em.