March 7, 2010
I do not revere him.
I fear him.
I hate him.
I want to shoot him,
To stab him,
To watch him hang,
Neck surrounded by noose.
I want to hit him,
To hurt him,
As he has me.
I would like nothing more than to hear
From his strangled voice
An apology.

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