I hate love poems.

I hate wet blubbering fools.

I hate ting! – ting! silver bells.

I hate, I hate, I hate

Cute I love you’s;

Little, naked cupids

Bow-bent, waiting.

I hate love poems.

I hate sweet hot convulsions on paper.

I hate. Oh! Oh! Ahh…..!

Desire when

Two touch.

I hate love poems.

I hate silent bells

And broken arrows,

I hate boo – hoo –

Love poems dipped in

Hate – thick red

And dripping

Self defense.

But most of all,

I hate

The soft,

And final,

Kiss.