The Hate

Fuck this,

fuck that,

fuck you

and every fucking lie.

That slid through your

crooked/cracked teeth.

My fists,

consumed with an

angry adrenaline.

Knock out em’ out.

You’re going to need

an oral surgeon.

Next line you drop.

And Pow.

Talk shit,

get hit.

No, get electrocuted.

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