My upper lip snarling, eye brow raised, upset is not the word I am looking for
Heart beat accelerates, finger tapping pulsates, can’t she see I am staring through her soul?
I hate the way she eats and thinks and looks and talks and acts
I don’t like her when she wears short skirts, long dresses or even slacks
I can’t stand the way she stands and sits and moves and breathes at all
I wish that a huge mountain would topple her into an endless waterfall
My leg is shaking, my teeth are bared, angry is not the word I would use
My sweat is flowing, angst is showing the only thing to solve it is booze
I have a drink, or two or six and it dawns on me why I want to abuse her
Because I am everything that she is and I think of myself as a loser.