Hatred

I resent your success.

I hate your corpulence and your life is so fucking nice smiles.

I want to stick you with a knife.

You have everything and still

you bleed that barrel bone dry.

I listen in disgust as you force feed

your bloated gut, pig,

I hate having to use the same toilet as you.

You fart in bed and I have to open a window it's so rank.

Fuck off and die.