Hate Poetry...

... Instead of love poems.  They were created a few nights ago in an intoxicated fit that I regret not being a part of.  These are courtesy of my friends Love and Lee...

And these are precisely why we are friends.

"Lets make this one count

if you were being pulled

limb from limb

by ravenous wolves

big ones

I'd cheer"

-Lee

"'Of course I still want to be friends,'

is what he said to Eva in the bunker

before they popped their final cocktail."

-Love

"My liver, like my heart,

has taken a beating this time.

Luckily, my liver will bounce back.

I'm not worried about my heart.

I melted it down,

molded it into a bullet,

and loaded it into my father's twenty-two.

It's for you.

You always wanted my heart.

-Lee