How do I loathe thee? Let me write a book.
I loathe thee to the deepening, weakening, sickness
My heart can bare, when feeling your presence
For the ends of Living in ideal Awkwardness.
I loathe thee to the highest of level of anything I’ve felt.
Most quiet times, I’ve cried in dark and unlit space.
I loathe thee openly with the passion Obama feels, as Boehner strives for a budget cut;
I loathe thee purely, as they turn from being shut down.
I loathe thee with the detestation I put to use
In my old times, especially in my childhood's sandbox fights.
I loathe thee with the hatred I feel for Westboro Baptist.
With my final words---I loathe thee with the daily breaths I take,
Scowls, tears, of all my unhappy life due to you!---and, when God chooses, (He will.)
I shall but love thee, only, after you are dead.