How do I hate you? Let me count the ways! - A Bop Poem

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It is a tale of woe,

With thoughts of violence in the skull,

And a flash of rage in my gut,

I saw myself fret every night;

Invading day and all through the night,

Let me compare you to a scary sinner!

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.

I wrap a cape, rush down a street;

Those fingers on my breast and warmth on my crust,

No, I didn't like it on my venerable body!

But your pricks made me do this!

Once their scrutiny made me tremble ;

I couldn't help but swerve to hell!

I idolized being dead;

Facing the day with never-ending dread!

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.

I lie in bed with ducts that weep.

Thinking of your anguish stacks my sights.

Whose poverty is that? I think I know.

Its owner is quite sad though.

Excuse me, I have promises to keep.

But Remember my words whilst we're apart.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.

P.S: The title is from an article by Mandira Mitra

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