Vindication

So many people I’d like to attack,

Revenge for making me a maniac.

Hatred acute,

My gun I’d shoot,

Dropping each sucker upon the tarmac.

*Disclaimer: This is a poem. Any similarity among the narrator, potential victims, living or dead, and situations is unintentional and coincidental. Please do not call the police or my therapist (she thinks I'm doing much better).