The Great Hater

After reading 'The Great Lover' by Rupert Brooke, it occurred to me how often we meet the opposite attitude - people who hate everything! This isn't about a real person. :)

The Great Hater

 

“I hate people who laugh too loud,

            They show themselves up in a crowd;

            And girls with lips and nails too red "

            They look like tarts!” the woman said.

 

“I hate people who let the tap drip,

            And selfish brats who give you lip "

            They only skive and watch TV "

            A waste of space if you ask me!

 

            “But men are worst " their life-support

            Is chips and beer and sex and sport;

            They don’t so much as wash a cup,

            And always leave the loo-seat up!

 

“I hate people who jump the queue,

            And people who wear green with blue;

            And Dolees who sponge off the State "

            Now laziness I really hate!

 

            “And immigrants " they’ve only come

            Because we’re soft on foreign scum;

            And Janet’s kids do make a row;

            And Mrs Smith " she’s such a cow!”

 

            And thus she hacked her way through life,

            Her tongue like a serrated knife;

            She deepened her embittered state,

            Each day found something new to hate,

 

            Until, upon her final day

            She’d hated all her friends away.

            She died alone " and, like her living,

            Her grave was cold and unforgiving.

 

 

© Ruth Fanshaw 2011

Reviews

[ice]

I welcome new writers, I am glad I clicked on you...So welcome to WC
In this [poem, it looks like everyone is hated...sticks to the title well.
I like the moral at the end...haters get what they deserve.
Love the little picture, reminded me of my mother in law.
Good job, I am going to read more..
ice

[KAREN]

Nice job! Very entertaining read! So much truth In this poem!

[Angela]

This is very well written. The fluidity and message are compelling. Love the irony at the end. You speak truth.