Hail To You!

With great anger

You start your nothing

With spit and groan

You keep tempered

On your soft flowered throne

Hell is what you've made

As you go on with your

Selfish demands

Making no mind

How you degrade

And disintegrate

Kind gestures in your path

Never bother to excuse

All the loud abuse

Never to let in goodness

To let it be free

You trample them under your feet

So hail to you!

Oh mad one

There's nothing I owe to you

But for this hate

I richly have grown for you