The corners of my frown will now push
Both of your shoulders down.
No shrugging is allowed, committal
Spittle can aptly drown
Appeal I'd feel from pealing sound from
Beating your peeling crown.
Your apathy enraptures me to
Smash-up your bony cap,
Enhance my satisfaction with a
Intractably I'll batter, bash the
Matter through conscience-nap.
Assailing what I hate could greaten
Fate of a fading zeal;
So, really, all this talk of breaking
Something might help reveal
How loathing you is truly how I
Manage a mood that's real.