Hot Day, Hot Words, Hot Dog! Poem by Dog goD 8Hate

Bizarre how canny the uncanny;
they paint their house white
but with black paint: irony...
flagrance for a heated fight!

Subterfuge of the feigning
and pedantic notions of right;
insidious witness pretending
baneful assumptions bright.

Hey, I don't care: the Providence
of contrary saints in their quest
for felicity in caustic paths of
question...they are my friends
posing as fiends. I hate them, and...

I love them...I hate to love!
Read 'A Poison Tree'
William Blake knew me -
'I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end! '