hobby

hate them with everything you've got.
stew their words up in a pot.
collect them 'till you have enough.
wish them to hell and then get rough.
an eye for an eye and a lif for a life.
make damned sure that you twist the knife.
then turn your shoulder and pick a card.
there's more dead bodies to hide in the yard.
the back is full so go to the front.
this may be where you'll start to grunt.
pile them all up and dig into the earth.
now it has become more work than its worth.