I hate you all...

People, how I loathe them...

I hate you all
how you make me brawl
how you raise my blood pressure
for thine own small pleasure...

I hate you all
how you pose, and crawl,
bipedal animals
psychic cannibals...

I hate you all
I shriek, and flail,
grow surly, and stare,
wishing you not there...

Then the dog
barks at a grasshopper
and life improves
despite funky grooves.

And I don't hate you all
because "who can be bothered".
why let the small, bright things
by vast clouds be smothered?

But I do
still wish you
not there.

And how I
want to fly
from here.