Regularly I am at enmity, and regularly I am at war.
I have one recurring enemy, I’ve fought him often before.
Our existences collide, and between us occurs much strife.
Yes, a recurring enemy, he’s been popping in all my life.

A vicious pain he causes me whenever he is near,
a jabbing pain, a bruising pain his purpose is to rear.
It follows me, yes, step by step. I cannot be at ease
I hate you, vile enemy, to me you’re a disease.

You have no purpose on this earth, except for to annoy,
On and off, yet constantly, even since I was a boy.
You attack covert and ruthlessly, and damage purest soles,
not caring of leisure, ruining child’s games, attacking during innocent strolls.

My rage at you can’t be contained, I hate you more each day,
I have dreams of ending you permanently, more than just chase you away.
You cripple me and bother me so that I can’t even walk,
I try to negotiate or plead with you, but you’re stubborn as a rock.

This terror has plagued me continuously,
and I’m sure he has bothered you too,
There are very few things that I hate worse
than a pebble in my shoe.