I don't like your ankles
Or your knees
Or how your thighs meet
Your journey past me
Your love of leather or cheese,
I like not liking you,
I don't like the news or IS
Or heroes or blood splattered children
Starving ribs
Or flies
Or bits of me that I can see,
I don't like this or where it's going,
I hate canopes
And vol au vents
Considered thoughts and beards
And people who say catastrophic,
Eye bags, arse gas
Fisting,
Hypocrisy, people who say democracy
Bean juice
Suits with no ties
All your Gods and me.