HATE WEEK IS THRIVING HAPPILY.
Live through these hours, even as you dread
The hectoring and badgering you’re sure
To meet –– the harassment you must endure
With cheerful face from heart by poison fed.
Despite the sniping, sneering insults said ––
The halitosis stagnant, vile, impure ––
The air not far away is not so poor.
To find relief one has not far to tread.
And so one sees there are ways to escape
Before the churl can consummate the rape.
The mood, though, darkens, moves beyond indignant
Confronted by this spirit so malignant,
Whose neck deserves to be cracked at the nape,
Its bulging eyes each plucked out like a grape.