Hate Floats

Hate floats
So does delusion
Delusion also hovers-
And dances-
Hate feels so full
That it's surprised it floats.
It
Refuses to submerge itself
And says forget-me-not
But Not
In a nice way.
Meanwhile
What happens to arch rival Love?
So nauseatingly perfect
Never dealing in problems
It embraces-
That's what it does,
Annoys the hell out of Hate
Who wants to be strictly Unembraceable
But Love
Hugs it to smothereens
Can't float in peace around here
For the do gooders!

Smothered
If found
Hate needs to float higher
Out of reach of Love.

And doesn't Hate know it
Sitting around with its Lying Friends-
Even though Hate is quite a straight arrow itself
Leaving no one in doubt about its positions-
Still Hate
Finds Friends
With easy regularity-
A certain Unsatisfactory
Kind of friend
Unless you count the easy ones-
The climbers, the ones no one notices
Hateful or not-
Brainwashed, automatically possessed of resentments, but no manners, no grace
No Class-
And
Little by way of
Personal gifts.

The B Team
Consists of
The Disgruntled
Who are
Boy Scouts in comparison

To the qualified A Listers
That really understand Hate
Mean business
Are
Harm-mongers
Serious about their hating
The
Taliban of the Trumped Up.

There is also The L Club full of members
But Hate will have you know
That Liars are-
Nothing more than
Just Good Friends
Not to be confused with Lovers.

Gautam Mukherjee
1st July 2012