An un-love poem isn’t a poem of hate, exactly — that might be a bit too shrill or boring. It’s more like a poem of sarcastic dislike. This is a good time to get in a good dig at people who chew with their mouth open, or always take the last oreo. If there’s no person you feel comfortable un-loving, maybe there’s a phenomenon? Like squirrels that eat your tomatoes.

 

I love thee,

as the dog loves the flea,

as the horse loves the tick,

you make me sick!

 

© Un-Love Poem 15.04.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm