tragedy. 
censure 
has kept me clothed. 
apologize to me 
politely. 
my only wish 
is that revenge 
could blast me clean. 
sometimes 
it's easy to imagine 
that i've killed you, 
so you'll have to forgive me 
when i send you 
through. 
firing squads 
and land mines -- 
i want to feed you bad things. 
rigged elections 
and force feeding 
are too terrible to think of, 
but it still won't 
be enough. 
for all of you 
who've ever hurt me.