Ours seems an increasingly hateful age
We like hating each other, together!
There is something erotic about rage
This nonsense has been around forever
Despite that, it might not be clear to all
That all hate is really hatred of self:
Hating in you what’s in me takes real gall
Can’t all of your defects live in myself?
We’re all homo sapiens, after all
More or less hirsute, ingenious apes
That you are also: it’s a funhouse hall
Of one strange prison, we’re all the inmates
All hate pours through a looking glass dark
On the hater--the irony is stark
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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