Ant Smith

All poems

If I could learn to love

I hate snowdrops on my lips
I hate people who air kiss
I hate hints of tenderness
I hate everything, more or less

I hate talent pushed on kids
I hate melodies played on strings
I hate all these lovely things
I hate bloody everything

I hate having to turn tricks
I hate begging for my kicks
I hate the concept of remix
I hate it when you make me sick

If I could learn to love
I would learn to love to hate
I would learn to love to hate
I would learn to love to hate
YOU
And you and you, la lala lala la laa