How do I despise thee? In ways not worth remembering.
I despise thee in detail, depth and height.
To thee I am revolted, shiver at the sight.
To the end I’ll despise thee, to the end of our race.
I despise thee to the extent, we may stand not a pace.
Opposing discrete, by sun and candle-light,
I despise thee entirely, our relation, not right.
I despise thee visibly, as they turn into sins.
My deposition infallible, much more painful than pins.
With no regrets, and opinions arise,
I despise thee with passion, your demise.
With all insanity-I despise your mere breath.
Discontent all your life-all lead to your death.
I shall but despise thee better after rest.
Author notes
My rewritten version of 'How Do I Love Thee?'
Ummm...comment, simply!
Comments
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You cant despise me
but emma's a bum, you CAN despise her.
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I despise this poem.
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