If hatred was a pencil, I’d write your name and address on the subscription form in every magazing in the world and mail them in.

If hatred was a marker, I’d write a rude comment and sign your name on every wall in town.

If hatred was a telephone I’d autodial your number a hundred times both day and night.

If hatred was a needle, I’d poke it into every VooDoo dolly I could find.

If hatred was a letter, I’d threaten every elected official with a grave injury and sign your name.

If hatred was a song I’d play it at 180 DBs in your back yard, twenty-four-seven.

If hatred was your Cadillac I’d key it til the last shred of it’s paint was gone.

If hatred was a poison, which it is, I must research an antidote...

It seems my hatred’s really killing the one that I love best -  and that is me.
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