Do we care about the people we hate
More than we care for those
We love?
We seem to pay them more
Attention
Particularly when we can find a
Group
To hate with
And commence the circle ****
Of insults
That get increasingly crass
Or the stories
Increasingly daft
Before you know it
The one you hate
Is eating babies.
Or pretending to have them
And you don’t know
What your loved one
Ate for breakfast