allow me to try to say the things for which
I'm not allowed.

I loathe the red beard entirely
I dislike the big gut
I writhe at the evil behind his eyes.

I ***** because of the smirk,
the lying, manipulative smirk.
That smirk he gives me as I roll my eyes.
The smirk because he's winning.

I cannot stand the way he touches her
owning her as her eyes are sad and strange.

I'm not allowed to hate anyone
I'm not supposed to wish death upon a person.

But if he did happen to die,
You better bet that I wouldn't cry.