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How many ways are there to hate To loathe, despise, and vilify. How many fantasies can you build Where evil returns to those who birthed it. How many kinds are there of hate. Cold as an ice floe or burning hot. Sharper than a scalpel blade, or Duller than a breaking heart. How do you work with so much hate. Build a stair and climb above it Or fabricate a prison cell That robs you of the sun. How do you learn to  swallow hate And **** it out the other end Without it tearing up your guts And leaving you a ******* How do you spell the names of hate In blood or bile on ***** walls - Or glitter on the seaside sand While waiting for the tide to ebb. How do you give back so much hate - Fed Ex will not deliver it. A carrier pigeon could not fly With such a heavy parcel. How do you juggle such mountains of hate And not miss a catch and be buried. How do you drop it at the edge of the road And travel on unburdened. Please, somebody, tell me.                          ljm
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Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
SOMEBODY TELL ME
How many ways are there to hate To loathe, despise, and vilify. How many fantasies can you build Where evil returns to those who birthed it. How many kinds are there of hate. Cold as an ice floe or burning hot. Sharper than a scalpel blade, or Duller than a breaking heart. How do you work with so much hate. Build a stair and climb above it Or fabricate a prison cell That robs you of the sun. How do you learn to  swallow hate And **** it out the other end Without it tearing up your guts And leaving you a ******* How do you spell the names of hate In blood or bile on ***** walls - Or glitter on the seaside sand While waiting for the tide to ebb. How do you give back so much hate - Fed Ex will not deliver it. A carrier pigeon could not fly With such a heavy parcel. How do you juggle such mountains of hate And not miss a catch and be buried. How do you drop it at the edge of the road And travel on unburdened. Please, somebody, tell me.                          ljm
Do you think I hated that new supervisor enough?  He didn't last long, or I'd be in jail or living on the street in a box.
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Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
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