My Enemies

I sit and concentrate, and try hard not to hate my enemies
 I try to picture them dressed up as furry little bunnies
 But when I look into their glass eyes
 I can see they're cold and hard and pink
 Hopping 'round, hopping on their two legs
 Cute little legs, hopping around and
 I think of dictators who were known to have been especial brutes
 And I try to picture them gathered together in their bathing suits
 But when I look down at their bodies
 I can see they're warm and soft and pink
 Standing around, standing on their two legs
 Two little legs, standing around and
 
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 I try to meditate, control my hate just like I know I should
 But I can't help myself, and I keep it up because it feels so good
 But when I look down at my belly
 I can see it's pink and soft and weak
 Kneeling down, kneeling on my two legs
 Two skinny legs, I'm kneeling down and