Welp, failed another Spanish test. And what better way to celebrate my bitterness than with a completely original poem!

Ode to Spanish

How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when sitting in class grasping
For threads of sanity and at least some understanding of what the crap the teacher is talking about.
I hate thee to the level of every
Fiber of my being, from head to miserable toe.
I hate thee completely, as men despise, and strive to squash a big, ugly cockroach.
I hate thee unabashedly, as they feel about a neighbor who doesn’t ever return anything he borrows.
I hate thee with a passion put to use
In all the Spanish classes I’ve ever taken in my life, and with my childhood’s angst (caused by said classes)
I hate thee with a hate that I will never lose
With my lost good mood, - I hate thee with the groans,
Frowns, whining, of all my life! - And if God choose,
I shall but hate thee better after death.

Thank you. Thank you.

Tags: spanish, hate, poem