I have been derelict in my duties
delaying that which should be most gratifying to me.
I have failed myself
and my purpose on this planet
but
try as I might
I cannot rectify the situation.

Plotting your destruction
takes too much damned work
and I wish I could just get over our antagonism
and become,
if not your friend,
then at least all right with your continued existence.

I think how much easier it would be
to just swallow this hate
and take up something more positive
– like biking
or whatever new prejudice is sweeping the nation.

I wish I could just get past this rage
but
you did cut me off that time
so I guess we have to play this out
to the bitter end.