Reeking havoc upon your words,
Snickering, laughing, sneering away,
Making you feel like lowly cattle terds.
This is my goal, my joy for today.

Hope you go now to cry in your bed,
Hope you’re depressed by what you’ve now read.

I mean to hate, I mean to harm
I write with disgust and hatred for you,
Ending in my fingers from my heart through my arm,
Your poems a joke I hope you die too…..