Michael Edward Roesch

Written April 2007, pre-deletion day. I may have the wrong poem with the wrong review .. .who knows?

Michael Edward Roesch

 

I hate you, don’t you get it,

Come close to me and you’ll regret it.

I hate you; is that not crystal clear,

Listen to these words and back away with fear.

 

I hate you; yes it is that simple,

You’re needed like a rancid pimple.

I hate you; listen to what I say,

Take your rotten core and place it far away.

 

I hate you; never cross the water,

Think of me as the devils daughter.

I hate you, for I see who you are,

You are the physical of a mental scar.

 

I hate you; because I loved you,

I hate you; for I still do.

I hate you because when you call,

I do not hate you, not even a little, not at all.

 

 

 

Author's Note

He, the physical of a mental scar.

Reviews

[Susan M. Fenn]

Ever mind the rule of three.. what ye do, comes back to thee...
This should be etched in a wooden paddle, and when you beat him down, ensure those words are etched in his arse...
I do not like the sound of him, I do not like him at all.. and I know you can stop him, and make him realize that he's a fool. Brilliant work! Kudso