…and why do I hate her

…and why do I hate her?
She’s got the pinched face of a traitor
A liar
A fraud
She bleeds brown from the corners of her mouth
which wraps around her chalky skull filled with cobwebs connected to cunning
threads pulling her eyes this way and that
I hate her and I always will
And I will not hold onto it
This hate
As some have said
I simply will
I simply always will
Hate her
But not simply
I will hate her for all my days
I will give great parties in the name of my hate
And people
Friends
Will come to these parties and love me in spite of my hate
They will pity me for my hate
My friends
Pity me for my hate
…and why do I hate her?