A Sudden Decision To Hate Max

A sudden decision to hate Max Who sent his bills like a tax, Although, I’d wired him a fax About a song I must first wax. A reason to twist and turn And out wardly burn, Letting prejudice be born And a relationship torn: My defense; an easy-going creditor Can bide with a lazing debtor After I’d begun to hate Max My face became supremely Lax As though some stuff devoured from Octavio Paz.