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Strangers sharing all their troubles
Actors living inside bubbles
Lucky, privileged, pampered babies
Make me foam like I got rabies

I got a list inside my head
Of all the people I want dead
I focus focus all my spite
On other people day and night

And I could torture all the swine
Who don’t decide when they’re in line
Chatting up the checkout gal
Like she’s their oldest living pal

I got a list inside my head
Of all the people I want dead
I push my anger far and wide
Cuz I don’t wanna look inside

I ruminate with all my might
On every slander, every slight
The lineup is a mile long
Of all the folks who done me wrong

I got a list inside my head
Of all the people I want dead
I try and try and try and try
To swallow hate until they die

by Richard W. Bray

Tags: Poetry, resentment

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