Hate I

It is possible to succumb to hate, 
become hate itself,
hate that gains control of your body,
hate that fills your mind: 
hate become unavoidable addiction.

You advertise morning and evening,
tweet lies at night, 
rage, as if drugged, in the morning
and again at noon
with lessening satisfaction.

It is a demanding act 
that requires ever more energy,
late hours at night
to get the same gratification.
But you’re growing old 

and you must work ever harder 
for the same reaction.
In fact, you’re becoming trite
and, indeed, you are looking older.
Still, it is your right. 

Yell and shout if you want. It doesn’t matter.
Lies will always fail
that have not been secured by research
or been hung with nails
on the door or a wall of a church. 

Donald, you are not the Messiah,
just a silly fool 
whose only interest is money.
You expect too much of the gullible.
They are, most of them, out to lunch.