Nemesis

I love you.

Your existence completes me, sir -

you make it all too easy

to hate you

It is child’s play to heap

curses upon you, to call

you execrable unworthy

Without you I would be lost

no target for my frustration

Your mannerisms grate on the very nerve

the very last, if I tell true

you smirk and slander and simper

your words ring false and hollow

the choices you make

the friends you fake

your apparent lack of a moral compass

make me despair the fate of humanity.

Oh, sir, truly you are unique

one of a kind in all the world

for me at least

So easy to hate, so fulfilling

knowing my loathing is directed

at something as disgusting as yourself.

Were I not so nauseated by your existence

I might marvel at it.

Instead I delight in the blame

how facile to pin it to you.

This is not a compliment, sir,

rather a letter of gravest insult

disparaging your hopes of existential salvation

as if there exists worthiness to cancel you

and return a net worthiness somehow zero

criticizing your personality

or lack thereof, one might say

if one was inclined to truth over tact

deprecating your very soul, damned as it may be

your unerring effortless embodiment

of all that is wrong with the world;

this letter is not a sign of appreciation

as I would waste none upon your despicable being

as you rot all that you touch

so I invoke misfortune on your ventures

urge karma smite at my behest

that it might wipe you from memory

and I curse every aggravating fiber of your being

you, that antimatter for all that is good

almost too easy a target for my scorn

although if you permit me, might I add

I would have it no other way