Ode to My Enemy
Oh, to you whom I detest
I wish you were a piece of glass
That I would toss at the floor or a wooden chest
and watch you shatter.
I dream that you are a fly,
and I have a swatter.
I long for you to be
dragged along the ground
screeching like a starved baby.
I thirst for you to be an old dry-wall
with which I take a sledge hammer,
and open you out into the hall.
Ode to my you, my forever enemy
oh how lucky you are
that the cosmos does not listen to me.
Oh, to you whom I detest
I wish you were a piece of glass
That I would toss at the floor or a wooden chest
and watch you shatter.
I dream that you are a fly,
and I have a swatter.
I long for you to be
dragged along the ground
screeching like a starved baby.
I thirst for you to be an old dry-wall
with which I take a sledge hammer,
and open you out into the hall.
Ode to my you, my forever enemy
oh how lucky you are
that the cosmos does not listen to me.
