Hate Machine

I want to burn something.
Destroy something important.
Tear it apart with my hands.
Take an axe to it.
Push it down.
Rip out its insides.
Blow it up.
Shoot it.
Hit it with a hammer.
Knock over its pillars.
Crush its roof.
Laugh at its helplessness.
Scream at its resistance.

Since I've been let free
from what so burdened me.
I've become a hate machine.

Author's Note

Since school let out for summer all 3 days of this week have been totally useless, and everything has made me very irritated.