stream #2

i write out this poem
with a blade not a scribe
the ink keeps on flowing
for my next diatribe
i hate you, i hate you
you ridiculous ****
i wish to bid you adieu
so let me be blunt
you disgust me, you’re vile
and i can’t get away
you get me so riled
with all that you say
the thought of your death
it fills me with glee
drawing last breaths
i realise you’re me