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