How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways...
a parody of Elizabeth Barret Browning's Poem
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.
I loathe thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of loathed Being and ideal loathing Grace.
I loathe thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by scorching sun and burning candle-light.
I loathe thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I loathe thee purely, as they turn from Epic Bashing and Hate.
I loathe thee with a burning and fiery passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I loathe thee with a loathe I never seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I loathe thee with the breath,
Smirks, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but loathe thee better after death.
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