Grudge

GRUDGE

I don't hate you.
I just want to politely extract your heart by way of your throat, fry it in a vat of oil,
slice it into ever so small bits -
sprinkle them with arsenic
and feed them to your children.

Let me do the world a favor;
A psychiatric genocide of sorts:
Extinguish all passive aggressive projectionists
and those who carry their genes.

Maybe in hell you can despise every soul
and smile in their presence,
blowing putrid smoke and words about them upon their exit.
Maybe you can perform your oral magic on Satan!
It seemed to satisfy your evil heart in this life

I don't hate you!
I simply want your heart in hand.