Wish I never saw,
Never felt.
Never heard,
Never knew
Never could
Never tasted,
Never registered,
A murder of the lowest kind,
The murder of an animal.
May the blood lace the front of your car.
May the blood drench your convertible.
And may the nonexistent kindness,
Hack you to pieces.
Suck on that, bastard.
Authors note: I know this is a lot different then my other poems, but this one was pure anger for the guy who ran over my cat, even though it sounds like someone's murdering the monster inside of someone. Of well!