How Do I Loathe Thee? Poem by Richard D Remler

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How do I loathe thee. Let me make it clear.
I Loathe thee to the width and height and girth
Of seven thousand staggering vocabulary challenged men
In a drunken stupor,
And for the scent of sweat on each mans brow.
I loathe thee to the point of vomiting
Last nights stir-fry in sunlighted splendor.
I loathe thee joyfully, like a t-shirt vendor.
I loathe thee, as men loathe with perfect passion.
I loathe thee as a handkerchief freshly used.
In the haunting depths of my twisted memory
And with a childlike awe
I loathe thee as an artist who's lost his muse,
Without an intelligent thought -
I loathe thee with all the
Swears and snarls, curses and laments of my
Crazy and cumbersome existence!
And, if God decides,
I'll shall loathe thee still as my death nears.




Copyright © MMIII Richard D. Remler